Audrey came up to me over the weekend, "Mommy, I have a loose tooth."
Instantly, I start thinking, when did she hurt herself? Does she have some weird disease? Do I need to make a dental appt/is it some kind of cavity?
Then I slapped my own forehead--doh! She's five. She's supposed to be losing her teeth. Nolan looked like a jack-o-lantern in kindergarten, now it's her turn.
She's been wiggling it at me for days (eewww, I hate loose teeth) and would not let anyone near it.
Yesterday, she came into the bathroom as I was getting ready for work, and smiled. A huge smile that was missing a tooth. "Yay!" I exclaimed. "It came out! Where is it?"
"I dropped it in the hallway," she said. Which explained the noises I'd heard moments before, the mobilization of her brother-troops to look for the Lost Tooth of the Princess.
We never found the tooth...but the tooth fairy still managed to find her.