Tooth Fairy Strikes Again!
Raina kept complaining during dinner last night about a tooth; after every bite or chew she would gasp, howl in pain, and cup her mouth. Granted, the kid is overly dramatic about pain -- you should see us as I brush her hair each morning, she starts flinching and saying OW! before I pick up the brush -- but this seemed over the top. She then shared she had an apple for snack earlier in the day ... Yep, it was time to lose a tooth. She finished dinner and then we yanked that tooth right out.
There is something immensely satisfying about pulling teeth and hearing them pop out. I recognize that is a gross statement to make, but it's still true. And the big smiles and celebratory hugs I get from Raina just add to the joy.
We stuffed the tooth in a ziploc bag, labeled it, and, for the first time ever, put the tooth under the pillow. I've done a good job of convincing Raina that the tooth can be stored in other places than the pillow (the table next to her bed, the chair, hanging from her bed post) but she was adamant about the pillow. She told me that she wanted to wake up and see the Tooth Fairy, so the tooth needed to be under the pillow. The little rapscallion! The Tooth Fairy does NOT want to be seen!
Of course, the Tooth Fairy forgot about the tooth-present swap and then groaned audibly when her helpful spouse reminded her to get out of the warm bed and do the exchange. The Tooth Fairy tip-toed in, quietly dug under the pillow for the baggie (how does the Tooth Fairy find an itty-bitty tooth by itself???), and deposited the gift. Raina did not stir.
This morning Raina was overjoyed with her Tooth Fairy gift but she expressed remorse that she didn't see the Tooth Fairy. It would be just like her to dream up even more locations for future teeth to reside overnight.
There is something immensely satisfying about pulling teeth and hearing them pop out. I recognize that is a gross statement to make, but it's still true. And the big smiles and celebratory hugs I get from Raina just add to the joy.
We stuffed the tooth in a ziploc bag, labeled it, and, for the first time ever, put the tooth under the pillow. I've done a good job of convincing Raina that the tooth can be stored in other places than the pillow (the table next to her bed, the chair, hanging from her bed post) but she was adamant about the pillow. She told me that she wanted to wake up and see the Tooth Fairy, so the tooth needed to be under the pillow. The little rapscallion! The Tooth Fairy does NOT want to be seen!
Of course, the Tooth Fairy forgot about the tooth-present swap and then groaned audibly when her helpful spouse reminded her to get out of the warm bed and do the exchange. The Tooth Fairy tip-toed in, quietly dug under the pillow for the baggie (how does the Tooth Fairy find an itty-bitty tooth by itself???), and deposited the gift. Raina did not stir.
This morning Raina was overjoyed with her Tooth Fairy gift but she expressed remorse that she didn't see the Tooth Fairy. It would be just like her to dream up even more locations for future teeth to reside overnight.
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