After a long two weeks with her little front tooth barely hanging on, it is finally gone! Yes, that’s right, first tooth is out!
Yeah, yeah, she looks happy now, after a couple days of getting used to the missing tooth. But seriously, you would have thought she had lost an arm.
It was devastating…even after weeks of talking about how this would happen, and reading stories and even watching videos, little M was still not happy.
Very not happy. We were in the car, and I guess it just fell out, and little M spit it into her little mitten.
I pulled over, and she burst into tears. Poor little thing sobbed for over an hour. Every time she felt the empty space with her tongue again, she said “I don’t want to have a hole!” and started crying all over again.
Then, three long hours late, after talking to the husband, she declared herself “not happy, but ok.”
The next day she woke up to a surprise from the tooth fairy…and she was happy. She also told me that the tooth fairy is not real, “just a fantasy,” and asked me where I put her tooth. I told her I put it away.
I swear, it’s like we have a forty year old sometimes, instead of a four year old.
But doesn’t she look adorbs with her little gap?