Caroline came into the kitchen the while I was making dinner.
“Mommy, my tooth feels funny.”
I had her open her mouth and I told her to point to the one that felt different. She did. It was one of the bottom incisors. I touched it with the tip of my finger. It wiggled.
“That’s normal, honey. Remember when I told you you’d get big girl teeth? You’re gonna lose your baby teeth and the Tooth Fairy will give you a dollar!”
Caroline smiled. “I’m a big girl!” she announced.
“You can wiggle it with your tongue if you want,” I suggested. I’d read that helps the process along.
Caroline worked her tongue around inside her closed mouth, then scampered back into the living room.
A couple days later, as she munched away on a chunk of apple, she dropped the piece and gasped. I glanced over. There were a few drops of blood on the plate.
“Was that your tooth, honey?” I asked.
Caroline nodded, then drooled a teaspoon of blood and saliva onto her snack, followed by the tooth.
“Congratulations!” I said. “The Tooth Fairy is going to visit tonight!”
