The Tooth Fairy Cometh

Rooster lost tooth number three this morning. Let me rephrase. Rooster whined, complained, whimpered, repeatedly said "ow," flinched, and otherwise irked everyone around her until she finally realized the darn tooth needed to come out and she just was not willing or able to do it herself. So at just a bit past six in the morning, she hunted down her father where he was finishing up his breakfast, and asked him to do the dirty work. A minute and multiple "ow"s later, and the tooth was out.

I am still amazed that Pig has the capability to just reach in to one of our kidlet's mouths, grab the offending loose tooth, and rip that sucker out of there. I cannot even stomach it when they wiggle their teeth in front of me.

Ripping loose teeth out of kidlet mouths is just as bad as squishing a spider or other creepy crawlie. (Incidentally, I have also recently learned that if you get a group of small boys together and have them all ooh-ing and aah-ing over a Daddy Longlegs, even if you tell them to be nice to the spider and leave it alone, one of them will invariably stomp the poor creature. Coincidentally, they will also likely do this right next to the one individual who cannot handle seeing the smashed spider innards spread on the concrete next to her. Just trust me on this. Those boys should be grateful I did not puke after such a stunt. Actually, they might have found that cool, too. Never mind.)

Anyway, after Pig came to the rescue this morning, Rooster was a very happy camper. She gleefully posed to get her picture taken. She grinned that hole-y smile all the way to school, and was exceedingly pleased when one of the crossing guards noticed the gap in her mouth. She later told me she showed all of her friends at school but forgot to show her teacher. Now she has something to look forward to on Monday.

The Tooth Fairy has already come and gone here in our house, and has deposited some cash in the little Tooth Fairy container that had been a baby gift from one of my students years ago when I was pregnant with Horse. The Tooth Fairy cannot be bothered with searching under pillows for teeth in our house. The tooth goes in that box, which resides out in our living room, away from light sleepers and siblings that are merely pretending to sleep in order to try and catch the poor fairy in the act.

Money in exchange for a tooth that is no longer needed, plus an adorable gap-toothed grin, will likely make for a very happy Rooster tomorrow morning. I give her all of half a day before she is trying to find another baby tooth to force from its comfortable position in her mouth.