In addition to tonight's visit from the Easter Bunny, hopes are that the Tooth Fairy will find Meg's pillow. Placed carefully under is her first lost tooth. The Ziploc bag, holding the tooth, has been strategically turned so that the opening faces the edge of the bed. The zipping top has an inch unfastened, for the small fairy to enter. Things should work out for the morning's discovery.
Her tooth has been wiggling for the past several weeks. I figured this day would soon come, based on the reports of classmates losing theirs. In fact, she quite a bit later than most. But, I wasn't especially anxious. Watching kindergartners in my classroom jiggle their tooth repeatedly and then having them insist I closely examine what dangled by a very thin thread, never were my favorite moments. I don't have a stomach for it. When Meg's tooth began to wiggle, I would peek but then send her to show Matt. I told her to tell me when it fell out. For weeks she did just that.
But, today, when she showed me that the tooth behind it had pushed completely through the gums, I changed my song to "that little one needs to come out now!" The next tooth seems especially far back. It will likely slide into place, but to "give it the room it needs," I supported Meg's pulling cause. She had spent most of the afternoon pulling on a piece of floss that was wrapped around it, preferring to loosen it herself rather than face Matt's pliers. I asked if I could "pull it twice."
On the third time (mean Mom for pulling three times!) it popped out. Followed with blood. Tears. Clapping. And, excited phone calls to grandparents. Cute thing had wanted to postpone putting it under her pillow so that she could show it to her friends at school on Monday. We convinced her that the gaping hole would serve as proof.
It will take a while to get used to her new mugshot smile. As she describes, "it now has a door!"
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