I thought I was ready.
I had asked around about the going rate for a tooth (anywhere from a buck to –gasp– twenty for the very first).
I helped Ryan make a pillow (which led to both boys making pillow after pillow – sewing with boys is simple awesome).
We read this wonderful book by Robert McCloskey (Blueberries for Sal, Make Way for Ducklings). So delightful to see Sal again; this time, on the day she loses her first tooth. It’s a perfect read to soothe anxiety and answer questions about losing that first tooth.
Still, I wasn’t entirely prepared for this.
To celebrate this big/small milestone, we went out for frozen yogurt. Before we left the house, Ryan penned his note to the good fairy (she might visit while we were out), asking if he could keep his tooth for “one more night.” At the yogurt place, our neighbor shared how her girls were able to keep all their teeth, simply by asking nicely. Within minutes of coming home, Ryan managed to white out the “one more night.”
Happily, T.F. obliged, leaving his tooth and:
Before breakfast, Ryan preemptively wrote this note for the occasion of his next fang falling out.
May the milestones continue to be this sweet and the parental responsibilities this simple.