Ryan lost her first tooth Sunday night. She came home with it loose on Tuesday or Wednesday and right then my heart palpatations began and Shawn has gone into perpetual sweat mode.
We do not want this child to grow up. Period. It's too much, it's too fast and we mean business.
"I can't believe my little girl is losing her first tooth," I whimpered to her on Wednesday.
"I'm getting big, Mom," was her just-a-tad-too-matter-of-fact-for-me-young-lady reply.
That was a low blow.
Shawn just got miffed at her, as though he was trying to summon all his energy to stop her growth with the sheer power of his "evil eye". Unfortunately, Ryan just rolled her eyes and giggled, and Shawn melted into a heap on the floor. I'm seriously frightened for him. (Can you even imagine her first period? I shudder. Please, God, don't ever let me write about Ryan's first visit from Aunt Flo. I shudder. Again.)
Anyway, the brilliantly prepared and generous Tooth Fairy left her a WHOLE DOLLAR and sweet Tooth Fairy Snowglobe with a tiny little hatbox on top to leave her future teeth in. I'm pretty sure this derives from the whole Princess&the Pea syndrome, but I could be wrong..
1 comment:
Aww. That is so sweet. Yeah, I agree, when they start losing teeth is truly when you feel the punch of them growing up.
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