It looks like I returned to blogging at just the right time.
No, not so I could show off our mad St. Patrick's Day celebrating skillz (and I hope that's read with all of the sarcasm intended, because it really was a last minute idea to get all festive... and what isn't festive about green mashed potatoes and sugar cookies? Yeah, mama went all out this year).
Nooo... Emma lost her THIRD tooth!
It was crazy loose yesterday and I was half afraid she might swallow it in her sleep. I kept trying to pull it, but she stopped me every time I had a good grip. At one point she said, "No, Mommy, you can't pull it out today. I prayed to God that I would lose it tomorrow." Um, okay. I didn't want to mess with that, so I laid off the twisting and pulling.
This morning she woke up with it still hanging and we worked it at breakfast. Again, I kept trying to get her to hold still long enough for me to yank it (because it was literally just hanging there), but she stopped me again and said, "No, Mommy, I prayed it would fall out all by itself." I explained that sometimes they need a little help and don't just fall out of your mouth, but then she reminded me that they do. So I eased up, and decided to let God answer her prayers. (Actually, I fully intended to pull it myself if it was still there after work.)
I had been at work for 30 minutes today when Gary called to tell me she'd lost it! When I asked what happened, he said he "spanked it out of her!" (I can almost hear the collective *gasp* as readers across the country read this.) According to Emma, she had disobeyed him and got a spanking for it, and just minutes later, she was cleaning her room, leaned over to pick up a stuffed animal and her tooth just fell out! First she said it landed ON the stuffed animal, but after careful thought, she corrected herself and said that "actually" it had landed NEXT to it. Okay. Thanks for clearing up that important detail, Ems.
Anyway, she's cute and toothless and will be $1 richer in the morning. Or maybe a Chuck E. Cheese token richer if I can't find my stash of fancy $1 coins.
It's almost midnight, folks, and she won't know the difference. Cut the tooth fairy some slack!