Tooth.
March 31, 2008
I spied a tooth in my child’s mouth today, which is a huge deal since he’s only seven months. His first tooth. A lower incisor, to be exact. And so, begins the process known as teething…otherwise known as “cranky pants” in our house. This will apparently continue until he’s close to three years old, at which point, all of his baby teeth should be there. Then, at the age of seven, the process starts all over again for the permanent teeth to move in. According to friends, this is when the Tooth Fairy shows up, collecting the teeth and leaving a little treat behind. It used to be a quarter when I was young, but kids today have the Tooth Fairy whipped. She’s leaving the likes of $5 for a small incisor and upwards of $10 for a molar. What does she do with all of those teeth? Sell them on the black market? I need in with the Tooth Fairy…maybe she’s hiring.
March 31, 2008 at 4:13 pm
Speaking from experience - and being a man who’s seen my fair share of broken bones, blood and slasher movies… the tooth thing freaks me out. The cranky pants phase was hell but easily cured with vino - it’s the “hanging by a thread” loss of those little gems that sends chills up my spine. I can’t look at, touch or be around the extracted tooth when it’s free and awaiting it’s trip to fairyland under the pillow.
Knowing you as I do - I’d suggest you invest in a treasure box for your son now - we have a velvet lined, glow-in-the-dark molar complete with an irresistible smiling face. The cash rewards are huge for my kids and include a sprinkling of fairy dust and a note on tooth shaped stationary.
All this so I can take out a loan for braces some day.
Cheers until next time.