Ok, today is another day that I was not ready for in life. My little baby (she is five, but I am still in denial) was eating an apple with her dinner and she started crying that she had a tooth hurting. She came over to me and I took a look, touched her tooth and it moved! I said, "Emily, you have your first loose tooth!" Her response, "But I on not six, I am only five." I have no idea where this philosophy came from that only six year olds lose their teeth.
But it brought me back to the first time I lost a tooth at school and the nurse had a little plastic treasure chest to put it in. Do you remember those things?
Emily has decided that she is excited about this, why? The tooth fairy! Hmmm… another chapter in parenthood is here.
