I’d been imploring him to yank it out for a month, because it’s been loose for a long time. So long, in fact, that the permanent tooth has almost completely already come in … behind the baby tooth.
Braces, anyone? The day after he lost it, we were driving home from school when, out of the blue:
Nick: “Mommy. We all know it’s impossible for someone to sprout wings and fly, so obviously I don’t believe in the tooth fairy. How about you and Daddy just give me some money for this tooth?”
Me: [wryly] "Sounds good."
