Her front tooth had been loose for over a month. Having only lost one tooth so far and very anxious to lose another, she was wiggling it like crazy….until I mentioned that it would be fun to have it come out in Disney. No more wiggling. Now, it became her mission to hold onto this thing at least until this coming Friday when we arrive at Disney World. I confess that I was into the mission myself–I mean, they have to do something magical for kids who lose a tooth there, right?
But, yesterday, when she woke up, we saw this…
and I’m not talking about her Medusa-like hair do. I’m talking about her nasty front tooth. Loose teeth make me feel a little woozy. Ick.
Mark was after her all day to let him pull it wiggle it. Nope. She wouldn’t let him. But, a trip to Chick Fil A for dinner and some play in the kids indoor playground did the trick. Drew rushed out to me, yelling “Ashlyn lost her tooth!” Just what every mother in the place wanted to hear, I’m sure. I rush in there with napkins, picturing a crime scene. But, no, this tooth was so ready to come out that it just dropped on out when she bumped her face on some equipment. No crime scene, and nothing a little ice cream cone couldn’t take care of.
So, she put her tooth under her pillow and found this letter there this morning.
Poor Tinkerbell. I bet it was hard to leave that 70 degree sunny weather to come up here to the 9 degree night we had last night just for a tooth.
