Riley girl, princess extraordinaire, favorite six-year-old, lost her first tooth last night.
My baby’s baby is getting big.
She was eating dinner and out it came. Just like that! No tears, no trauma. No drama.
I was afraid a door and a string might be in her future.
Loosing baby teeth wasn’t easy for her mom.
She lost the first one eating a bowl of cereal. Never did find that tooth!
The second one came out with a fall when she was skiing. There was a little blood on the snow, but no tooth. Never did find it…well, white tooth, white snow…
The next few teeth came out in the dentist’s chair. The baby teeth were slow to loosen, and the permanent teeth were pushing their way in. The dentist said it would be best to pull them. I think he pulled four at once. The teeth, our first to present to the tooth fairy, were placed in a little plastic tooth holder on a little plastic necklace. Stephanie wanted to wear it home, she was so proud.
We stopped by the grocery to pick up something soft and appetizing for her…ice cream or yogurt…I can’t remember now, it’s been too long. But I vividly remember the next scene. Alex in the seat of the cart, food in the front of the cart, and Stephanie, suddenly in tears and inconsolable…the little cover on her plastic tooth had opened while we strolled through the store. It was a big store.
And now, no teeth. Again!
I back-tracked, trying to assure her we would find a tooth or two, at least, I was sure of that! We paraded back through the aisles, walking slow, trying to look for tiny white baby teeth along the way. A kind clerk tried to help us, joining in the hunt.
We did find a couple of teeth…not quite the bounty we expected to present to the tooth fairy, but something.
Finally, after checking out, full cart, consoled child, I realized: no car keys.
Somehow, in all the uproar, I’d lost my keys as well.
I had to call Rob for rescue. He had to leave the hospital and bring his keys so we could get home before ice cream melted and the remaining teeth escaped.
I left word with the grocery customer service desk: if they found any baby teeth, or a set of car keys, please call this frantic mom.
Oh it was traumatic! But the tooth fairy did find her way to us that night, and paid on all the teeth. (As she had on the others that were lost. Tooth fairies understand: these things happen.)
I did eventually get my keys back.
Never did find those teeth!
So it’s with pleasure that I learn Riley’s first tooth adventure was simple, quick, painless, and she has a tooth to show for it.