A tooth fell out and left a space,
So big my tongue could touch my face.
And every time I smile I show,
A space where something used to grow.
I miss my tooth as you can guess,
But then, I have to brush one less!
Gibbs digs that anonymously penned poem.
Now even more so, since Saturday marked a huge move forward in his attempt to reach big boyhood as soon as possible… you know, before kindergarten ends.
He lost his first tooth.
Admittedly, I might have helped a little since it was hanging by just one fleshy, pulpy thread – and had been for months – and he begged for me to give it a good yank.
So, I counted to three and single-handedly introduced him to gap town.
Boom. Done. Toothleth.
Time is going too fast.
When that troublesome little tooth first came when he was just four months old, I remember marveling at its teeny, tiny pearliness. Now, it’s Tooth Fairy tender, which I might add, has an outrageous exchange rate these days.
Market prices seems to vary from city to city though, so I guess we don’t have it that bad. Chicagoans report fronting about $1-$3 per baby tooth, while New Yorkers up it a notch at $5-$10 each.
Then, there’s those parents like us, who forget to put any money under the pillow at all and have to scramble to hide an overpriced toy somewhere in the bedroom so the wailing boy-child doesn’t think the Tooth Fairy turned pirate and forgot him all together while plundering his tooth box.
Because even the Tooth Fairy has trouble seeing in a dark room if her wand peters out.
She could have forgotten to use rechargeable batteries. It happens.