I remember when Allyson lost her first tooth. It was her first week of kindergarten. And I was devastated. Two milestones + one week=heartbroken mommy.
Emily has been waiting for wiggly teeth for a year. She's been watching Allyson loose teeth and have visits from the tooth fairy, and waiting waiting waiting patiently- all the while constantly scanning her mouth for wiggliness.
Last night, while brushing her teeth, I noticed something. She has a permanent (I refuse to call it ADULT) tooth coming in, BEHIND her baby teeth.
Poor little niblet. She's apparently got my teeth genes. And there comes her big girl tooth, which should have pushed that little baby guy out of there, neatly wedging itself in it's own row- behind the others.
The baby tooth is just a wee bit wiggly, but no where near falling out wiggly.
Poor kid- the opportunity for a visit from that fairy stolen right out from under her.
Poor parents- looks like orthodontia is in the cards for this kid too. Dang.
1 comment:
You could give her a cool nickname like "Jaws", and then she would forget about her wiggly teeth and wonder why you're suddenly calling her something than her name.
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