are words that I never thought I'd hear myself say.
Adam came home from school last week with a newly redesigned pumpkin smile.
He was SO excited to show me his classroom blog, which read
Today Adam lost a tooth. It was his 7th tooth. Adam pulled it out. It was bleeding really bad. He got a treasure chest to put his tooth in.
Adam doesn't like to give his teeth to the Tooth Fairy. He thinks he is going to miss them, and somehow the appeal of earning a dollar for doing absolutely nothing isn't enough for him to put most of his teeth under his pillow. This is the third one that he has lost with no reward. But that's his choice, and he told me he was going to keep this one too. He set the little green treasure chest on the craft table and went on with his day.
Later that evening the three biggest kids were in the kitchen with me, talking and making a good bit of noise when we all heard,
"Aaaa-daaam... I ate your tooth!!!"
Silence.
Then we all hurried over to see if Noah was telling the truth. The box was open, the tooth was nowhere to be found, and in his always-honest three-year-old way, Noah insisted that he had swallowed the tooth, "because I wanted to."
There was nothing left to do but wait to see if it came out the other end.
And a few days later, in a particularly full diaper, I found it. A little darker in color, but mostly unchanged.
For reasons I'll never understand, Jason volunteered to clean it- with bleach!- and Adam tucked it under his pillow for the night.
Except when bedtime came, we couldn't find the darn tooth AGAIN!
It wasn't under the pillow, on the bed, in the carpet, and please Lord, I can only hope Noah didn't swallow it again.
I guess we'll never know.
But this time around, Adam got his dollar.
I think Mom and Dad should have earned a dollar, too.
