Tell me this isn’t happening. On Friday afternoon when I picked J up, she ran straight to me to tell me she had a loose tooth. I scooped her up in my lap, hugged her, and rocked her back and forth telling her I didn’t know if I was ready for her to lose her baby teeth yet. Later that day, I overheard her tell someone that her tooth was loose, but that she wasn’t sure if she was ready for it to come out or not. :)
I sent my sister a text to tell her, and her initial response was my exact thought at that moment.
“How exciting…and a little sad.”
Then she added that Rhett would be mad.
We left for Mo and Grandad’s that same evening. She wiggled it most of the way. By that night and all day Saturday it was hanging by a thread. I predicted she would lose it in her sleep. When she woke up she came and got in the bed with Mario and me. As she laid there, she was wiggling it, and it came all the way out! Mo found an empty film canister for us to store it in until bedtime.
I am out of town with Mario tonight, but as far as I know, the tooth fairy is lined up for a visit. When we left this afternoon I hugged her and said, “Try not to lose any more teeth before I get back, girl!” She smiled so sweetly and said, “I will, but if I do, it won’t be my fault…it will be the teeth’s fault.”
Have I mentioned that I love this girl???