At about 4 pm today, Clara was hungry so Mommy gave her an apple. A few minutes later, Clara screamed "Mommy, my tooth is moving." Mommy looked at Clara's tooth, and there was her bottom tooth, wiggling around.
Mommy called Clara's dentist (and Daddy to fill him in) and after a few deep breaths, realized that even if it was going to fall out, because she was almost 4.5, there was probably nothing to do. Well, it turns out, it wasn't the apple. The dentist (confirmed by Grandpa Frome, aka Dr. Frome, the dentist), confirmed that kids can have teeth fall out this young AND that because the other tooth right next to it is loose as well, that she is just one of those kids.
Clara lit up when Mommy told her that the Tooth Fairy would come visit when the tooth fell out. She looked at Mommy with the most innocent face and said "Mommy, the Tooth Fairy comes at night and takes the tooth and leaves you a present and a note, but you'll have to help read me the note because I can't read yet." Okay, so Mommy shed a few tears on that one.
When Mommy mentioned she'd call and tell her about the tooth when it falls out, Emma jumped in an said, "Moooooom, the Tooth Fairy will just know, you don't need to call her."
Clara walked in the bathroom to show Emma her wiggly tooth and all Mommy could think about was the Norman Rockwell picture that hung in Grandpa Frome's office with the little girl showing her tooth.
This is happening too fast and Mommy really isn't ready for this and is working on what the Tooth Fairy gives these days since a bag of chips and a few coins is probably not going to cut it like it did 30 + years ago.
