scooter said at the dinner table. I had this horrible feeling I knew just what he was talking about. His tooth. The wiggly one.
My eldest son swallowed his first tooth.
First I thought he was going to cry. I hurried on to tell him that it was no problem, I could email the tooth fairy right quick and explain what had happened. The tooth fairy would still come! That calmed him quickly.
Then I thought I was going to cry. The first lost tooth, the one that caused my sweet baby so much grief when it came in, and I'm denied the privileged of getting to hang on to that tooth. You see, my boys are growing, and as Mia well knows, they will keep growing. One day, all I will have left to remember their little selves by is the box of teeth they left behind (and 6 million photos). I know, I know, it's just a tooth and I'll get plenty more, but entertain me. I was feeling sorry for myself. I think I'm over it.
Scooter left a note under his pillow for the fairy;
Kids are awesome.