We were at church when Evan noticed something about his tooth.
Evan: My tooth is broken.
Me: (whispers) Mouse voice.
The Husband: (whispers) Let me see.
The Husband looked into Evan’s mouth.
The Husband: (Whispers) Did you know he broke his tooth?
Me: (Whispers) No. But he would’ve cried when it happened, right?
The Husband shrugged.
We went out to breakfast for my Dad’s birthday. My brothers and sister-in-law were there, and I sat on the farthest end from Evan, who procured a seat of honor next to my Dad.
Evan: Papi! My tooth is broken! It’s wably!
Me: What?!
My Mom: Let me see, Evan.
My Mom looked into Evan’s mouth as my Dad put on his glasses.
My Mom: It’s loose, all right.
Me: What?!
My Dad: Wait. I think he’s already missing a tooth.
Me: WHAT?!
I jumped out of my chair and ran around the table to inspect for myself. Sure enough, my eldest baby, who won’t be five for another week, had a loose tooth. WHAT??!!!!!
SIL: Fae, your face! It’ll be ok.
Sure, laugh. You’ll be looking the same way when you have a baby ready to lose a tooth.
My mom: I guess I’ll have to make a tooth pillow soon with my wedding dress.
I sat down in my seat and called The Husband to demand why he failed to mention Evan’s tooth was loose. Failing getting a hold of him, I texted my BFF.
Me: Evan’s tooth is loose!
BFF: Omg! Omg!
Me: Right?
So when we returned home, I confronted The Husband.
Me: Why didn’t you tell me Evan had a loose tooth?
The Husband: He has a loose tooth?!
Me: Yeah. That’s why it was broken.
The Husband: Evan! Come here! Let me see your tooth! Isn’t he a little young?
Me: Yeah! I think so.
This morning as I tried to wake up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, exiting the bathroom, Evan came running up to me.
Evan: Mommy! I lost my tooth!
Me: What?!
Evan: See!
There is was a space where a tooth should be.
Me: So where’s the tooth?
Evan: I don’t know. I was jumping on my bed dreaming, and then my tooth fell out. It went this way and that way.
Me: Um, what about the tooth fairy? Remember how your uncles were telling you about the tooth fairy?
Evan: Well, the binky fairy will find it because she’s made out of light and can find anything.
But what about me? What about the picture I wanted of you holding up your tooth and smiling with a gap? What about the tooth I was going to hide until you were an adult and surprise you? What about the tooth pillow? What about me who is losing my mind that you are old enough to lose a tooth??
June 28, 2010 at 12:06 pm
Oh!
I know I am close to this too, and I’d react the exact same way if I didn’t have tooth-in-hand and experience the whole 1st-tooth-losing-process. Hopefully it pops up somewhere today…
June 28, 2010 at 3:55 pm
Oh, there’ll be other teeth, I promise!! I know how you feel. I remember my kids having friends who lost teeth in the last year of nursery school, at 4 or 5. Mine were always late, which bugged them like crazy.
This was so sweetly written!
June 28, 2010 at 4:48 pm
Awww! His first tooth. *sniff*
June 28, 2010 at 11:33 pm
“I was jumping on my bed dreaming, and then my tooth fell out.” Oh, heart squeeze. What a sweetie!
Though I have to say…the binky fairy is AWESOME.
June 29, 2010 at 12:39 am
Aww!! You know, I was just cuddling with baby yesterday after nursing him, and it was so sweet that I found myself saying aloud to him, “stay small forever.” Eldest is such a little grown up, even at 4 and a half. I can’t believe how fast it goes.