So Connor lost his first tooth this week. And this is how traumatic it was for him:
He pulled it out during his nap, and since his mother has probably put the fear of God in him to not interrupt nap time, he just put his tooth in his pocket to keep it safe. Then promptly lost the tooth when it fell out of his pocket. So he came in to show me the hole in his mouth after nap time and had no tooth to show for it. So I told him that he needed the tooth for the Tooth Fairy to bring him money. He informed me that the Tooth Fairy would know where the tooth was so he didn’t need to find it.
Well, as long as he knows what is going on I guess. Luckily Dan found it quickly on the bed and that night we had our first visit from the Tooth Fairy (and no it was not the $5 Tooth Fairy Grandma Alice was negotiating for on Connor’s behalf!). What fun. I can’t wait for the next tooth to go…as long as it goes like this.
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