Fall out already........

Well, the day has come. The part of motherhood I was least looking forward to has arrived: a loose tooth. Yep, you heard me right; I hate teeth. I have said it before, and I will say it again, I would rather be in labor than go to the dentist. I don't know what it is, but I just don't like teeth. Luckily I have been blessed with fabulous teeth and so have yet to have any "work" done on them apart from routine cleanings. So, you can imagine my horror when Oscar, just one day after turning six, comes home and says, "Mom, my tooth is loose." The first thing I did was avert my eyes.

When children wiggle, twist, or inhale and exhale so rapidly that their loose tooth moves back and forth, my stomach lurches. The bile rises up into my throat and I get squeamish. Oscar is aware of my distaste for teeth and like any other six year old boy torments me with little comments and jumps out in front of me and gives me the full visual updates. It makes me physically ill. Seriously.

I remember when I had a loose tooth that my dad would pick me up, put me on the kitchen counter, examine my tooth, grab a paper towel, and would pry out my tooth with his hands. He was always very gentle even though you wouldn't think it with all the screaming going on (from me, that is). He would always jokingly threaten this:



Or this:



Could this be the cause of my angst? Who knows.


All I know is that I want this.......



......to fall out already. Can you tell which one it is? Ack. Oscar keeps asking me to yank it out, but I am afraid that this will be my undoing; I am afraid that I will have a mental breakdown and also break my 25+ year streak of a vomit free life.

I will end more positively with some pictures of my children, to remind me of why I love them, even when one taunts me endlessly about his loose tooth. Little does he know, I'm the Tooth Fairy! ;)




P.S. Kendra, I think Livy is starting to look like you!