We had been on loose tooth watch all weekend. One of Daniel’s lower front teeth was so loose that he could bend it all the way forward (fun fact: loose teeth are disconcerting). We had the tooth pillow. We had been talking to him about losing teeth and the Tooth Fairy’s job. We were ready.
Sunday morning Daniel bounds into the bedroom around 7:30 AM. “Mommy, my tooth fell out,” he announces calmly. I squint and ask him if he has the tooth. I feel something drop onto my palm. A tiny, perfect tooth. High fives and hugs are exchanged.
At bedtime, we put the tooth pillow on the door knob outside his door. He is so excited. Jimmy and I change our mind about 14 times on what we want the Tooth Fairy to give him for his tooth.
Daniel’s tiny tooth is tucked in our safe, and we wonder how long it will take for his adult tooth, already emergent, to make its way forward.
There’s something special about that first lost tooth.