Another baby tooth has been shed. Another pound under the pillow from the Tooth Fairy she no longer believes in but plays along because she sees pound signs before her eyes.
We’ve cleaned it up (the Tooth Fairy only pays out for clean teeth), wrapped it in a piece of kitchen roll and tucked it under her pillow.
Ah those wobbly baby teeth. *shudders*
I’ve been dying for this one tooth to finally come out. It poked out at a strange angle, making her smile all crooked and has stopped her two front teeth from straightening out.
We sat watching You’ve Been Framed one night and a little boy attached his wobbly tooth to a piece of string, the end of which he attached to a remote-controlled car, and then BOOM. He pressed ‘go forward’, the car shoots off and his bloody tooth flies after it.
I made a bit of a scene being all ‘that’s not even funny. What’s funny about that? I’m sure it’s dangerous. They shouldn’t show that on the television’.
I may have also had a serious face on.
I don’t like wobbly baby teeth.
“I think my tooth may be loose. Look”.
She’s propping her top lip up with one finger and somehow managing to waggle the tooth with another finger on the same hand. It’s so loose I can see gum underneath said tooth.
I feel my insides flip.
“Ok, I’ve seen it now, you can stop with the waggling”.
“But look, if I do this, look how cool it is now”.
It’s not cool, it’s grotesque. The tooth is hanging on by a thread of something I don’t want to think about and I’m biting my bottom lip to try to take my attention from the pink gristle to something, ANYTHING else.
She twists it in its socket. I think I may faint.
“It’s hanging by a piece of gum”.
Oh god, she’s said it, the actual words to describe what I’m trying to ignore.
I pretend I’m busy with something else.
Dan butts in. “I don’t think mum likes it Mia. I think it makes her feel queasy”.
Which Mia translates as ‘make mum feel as queasy as you possibly can’ for she’s coming at me with her top lip hitched up at a weird angle, a menacing look on her young face and she’s waggling that stray tooth like it’s attached with elastic.
“Look, look, it’s come out. Look, it’s still got a bit of gum hanging on it”.
It’s not just me right? I’ve had my hands in baby vomit, poo and been wee’d on by my darling newborn son. But wobbly teeth? Just. Sets. My. Teeth. On. Edge.