Ricky’s top two front teeth have been loose for months. He doesn’t wiggle them. He doesn’t touch them. He pretends nothing is different with them. He smiles with them.
Until a couple of weeks ago …
One morning I was in the kitchen, just doing my thing, and I heard some bumping and meowing from upstairs. In my head I thought, “Boys … leave that poor cat alone!” Ricky and Billy are determined to catch our black and white cat, Linus. Linus is determined to be captured by no one.
It wasn’t long before I heard a louder bump and then Frantic Billy rushed into the hall. He was talking so fast that I had no clue what he was saying. His hands were waving in the air and his face looked panicked. I made him repeat himself a few times before I caught something about Ricky bleeding.
By that point, Ricky came crying into the hall holding one of his front teeth. I gave him a wet towel to chew on and got the story from a more calmed down Billy.
Apparently, Linus had darted under my bed. Ricky tried to dart under my bed, misjudged the height of the bed and whacked his face. He bumped his tooth really loose and so he reached up and pulled it out. This is what freaked out my poor four-year old. Ricky got over it and was kind of excited for another visit from the Tooth Fairy.
That afternoon we did a craft. We painted styrofoam balls, glued them together, added googly eyes and antennae, and ended up with caterpillars.
Billy really gets into painting. He likes to mix colors.
Ricky finished painting and was anxious to start gluing.
They did turn out pretty cute …
Ricky isn’t the only impatient one … that night Kevin “helped” Ricky’s second front tooth out. It was hanging a bit weird …
Two teeth, two bucks from the Tooth Fairy. Pretty good day.