Little Boo didn't get his first tooth until he was 13 months old. So we shouldn't be surprised that he is the last of his friends to lose his first tooth as well. Six and a half years old, and that first exciting tooth finally fell out.
|He is super proud of that gap|
On the way to school on Thursday he complained that his tooth was hurting too much to eat his english muffin. I asked him if it felt loose, and he checked and said no. By the time lunch came around, his tooth was not only loose, but his daycare teacher looked in and saw the adult tooth poking up behind it. Wow!
Little Boo was beside himself and specifically requested a crispy apple to bite into when we got home.
It didn't work.
But he wiggled that tooth and played with it, and it came out suddenly during Kindergarten on Friday afternoon. His teacher carefully sealed it in an envelope to send home.
I'm not sure I've ever seen him this excited. He is proud about the grown-up tooth coming in. Proud of this milestone. And delighted about the cash the Tooth Fairy leaves behind.
Little Boo has a few theories on the Tooth Fairy. Like he thinks she might have some kind of special computer that lets her watch kids and see when they lose their teeth. He talked about her seeing "the commotion" when he lost his, so she'd know to come visit. Or maybe she visits every night just in case. There could even be lots of boy and girl tooth fairies who all share the job.
I could almost see the wheels in his mind turning through the possibilities.
And me? I am super proud and excited and melancholy. My little boy is growing up. And that is so wonderful and sad at the same time.
What will be even more sad? If I go to bed before the Tooth Fairy shows up.
That would be a tough one to fix for sure.
Wish me luck!