Rosey lost yet another tooth last night. She's down to one front tooth (the stubborn one that won't fall out) and no bottom front teeth - what is this, a babyhood regression?
Poor kid is going to be gumming her food for awhile.
She's actually a bit freaked out about the whole deal - learning to chew on the sides of her mouth, trying to remember that she can't bite raw carrots anymore - and so I guess I wasn't surprised to hear that the Tooth Fairy doesn't get this tooth, either. Not that I blame her. Baby looks like a boxer. Or a hockey player. I'd probably hold something against the Tooth Fairy too.
Three teeth now live in Rosey's jewelry box, hidden from the Tooth Fairy's grabby paws.
Of course, the first thing she did this morning was excitedly look under her pillowcase. Whether or not the Fairy got the goods, she was sure to leave money, right?
And of course, B (who I still haven't seen with the gauzy wings and foofy wand that is the Official Fairy Costume 'round these parts, what's up with that??) had snuck in.
'Looth! The Faiwwy weft me money!'
Of course she did, honey. Of course she did.
Excuse Mama while she giggles picturing your teachers trying to understand you in school, won't you?
"Mama? Whath tho funny?'
Nothing, grown-up girl. Nothing.