Ethan told me Monday night that his tooth was loose. This was about the 5th thing he'd gotten out of bed to tell me so I told him to go back to bed and he could show me the next day. I then forgot all about it entirely. Tuesday evening he told me again that it was loose and I non-nonchalantly said ok we'll check it later as I continued getting food ready for dinner. I still hadn't actually seen the tooth. At bedtime I finally remembered the tooth and had him show me. I was expecting it to be just slightly loose and he wouldn't let me touch it but from the looks of it, it was way looser than I had thought it would be.
Yesterday as we got ready for school, he kept wiggling the tooth. As I dried my hair & brushed my teeth, he was putting his shoes on - or so I thought. Everytime I looked at him, he was wiggling the tooth instead of putting on the shoes. He finally got the shoes on and gingerly brushed his teeth. I assured him the tooth would come out soon enough and the tooth fairy would come. On the way to school, I told him it was so cool that he was about to lose his first tooth and Cameron was going to get his first tooth. He asked me if Cameron was going to get a loose tooth, too. I laughed and told him yes but first he had to get his first tooth and then when he's about Ethan's age, it'll get loose. He thought about it a second and asked when Cameron's tooth would be in his mouth. I told him I'm not sure but that he's been teething lately so I expect to see something breaking the surface pretty soon (at least I sure hope so cause he's getting unbearable with the whineys).
When I got home from work yesterday, he was quick to tell me his tooth was "weawwy, weawwy woose now." He showed me and he was right - it was barely hanging on. After dinner and homework I was supposed to help him get it out. Daddy had told him Mama would help him. Of course, Mama would help him - Mama is the one that fixes cuts & scrapes - I can handle any amount of blood these rough & tumble boys draw on each other (at 3 years old, Alex has gashed his head open twice and I haven't flinched in fixing it); Mama is the one that cleans all kinds of nasty poopy diapers without gagging (Daddy does diapers, too, but he gags through the nasty ones); Mama can handle it with ease when they are puking and even encourages them to go ahead and puke it all out on her when they are really sick (I've already got puke on me at that point so let's just get it all out at once, right?). Mama can handle all that so she can handle pulling one tooth that's so loose it's barely in his mouth, right? WRONG!!! I thought, no big deal but as soon as I touched that tooth, I started freaking out. Imagine jazz hands and the heebee-geebees at the same times. That was me - I said "I'm sorry, honey, let's have Daddy do it." Thankfully, Daddy was off work so home at bedtime to help with this.
We proceed upstairs to Daddy for help. He laughs at me and says, "well, get me some dental floss to put on the tooth." Jazz-hands-heebee-geebees. "No, no. I can't." Steve still laughing looks at Ethan's tooth and then back at me and says "yeah or get me some string from the thread box." Jazz-hands-heebee-geebees. "No, no, oh no, NO!" I don't recall ever being wigged out like this before and don't know what does it but the thought of having anything to do with taking that tooth out of his mouth - the small tug it would take to remove it from the tiny remaining piece of gum tissue - had me completely freaked. I said "Ethan, let's just wait and see if it comes out by itself tomorrow. If it doesn't, we'll take it out tomorrow night." He thankfully agreed and I thought to myself - if it doesn't come out by itself, I'm gonna take him to Steve's work at bedtime cause there's no way I can do it.
This morning getting ready for school again he was wiggling that little tooth like mad. He stopped and said "Mama, I'm not gonna eat anything hard today." Actually, he may have said that yesterday - I can't remember but it was cute when he said it. He again gingerly brushed his teeth with my help this time to make sure he got them clean while working around that tooth. I thought about him all day today and that tooth and finally after school, I got a text. I immediately called home.
Steve handed the phone off to Ethan and he said "Mama, my loose tooth came out. I was dust eatin' a cookie and I didn't know that it comed out but it dust come out when I was eatin' the cookie." I said, "it did! That's great - do you have the tooth?" He said "yeah, we need to put it in a bag." I asked, "In a bag? You mean a bag to put it in to put under your pillow for the tooth fairy to get it?" He said, "yeah, in a bag, do you know where the bags are where it goes?" I told him, "they should be in the kitchen on the counter - little sandwich ziploc bags." Ethan, "did you hear that Daddy? They're in the kitchen." It was so stinking cute.
He passed the phone off as he ran to the kitchen and then I had to get back to work. I immediately told everyone I could find at work and posted to facebook of course. Cutest thing ever. I couldn't wait to see his cute little almost toothless grin.
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