Last night Ethan lost his first tooth after worrying it for several minutes as we watched, captivated.
Like any kid, he didn’t want to do the ‘final deed’ and pull it out, so I finally convinced him to let me do it even though it gives me the heebie-jeebies. All it took was a paper towel to get a grip on it, and voila! It didn’t even hurt.
Look, Ma! No cavities!
This is a bittersweet rite of passage for me, because I remember when he first got that tooth. But I hid my heartache and reveled in a little boy’s joy at something very, very big.
Yes, the Tooth Fairy came, and yes, she left him a whopping $5, which according to the research* Greg did, is the going rate for first teeth these days. It’s a good thing the Tooth Fairy didn’t short him, because if she did she’d have to deal with me.
*Yes, research, as in bar graphs based on voter response when asked. Can you believe the Internet these days? And the things people will look for on it?