Last night MP lost her first tooth. HER FIRST TOOTH!
I may or may not have played a role in it falling out …
“Oow, Mommy, you’re brushing too hard!”
“Did your tooth just come out?!?”
MP spit a wad of blood into her palm (‘atta girl!) and offered me its contents — a perfect pearly pink baby tooth that had been clinging to life by a few gummy threads for DAYS. It was time.
We jumped up and down and, in our PJs, ran to Grammy and Poppy’s in the dark.
We called Bobo and told him the news. We called Uncle Pauly and told HIM the news, too, cutting things short when he told MP the Tooth Fairy usually brought $50 for the first tooth.
“Mommy! Fifty DOLLARS!”
Turns out Uncle Pauly was wrong. Instead, this morning, MP awoke with silver fairy dust sprinkled in her hair and around her pillow, and a crisp TWO dollar bill under her pillow. Oh, and a small bag of jacks and a note from TTF herself.
And the wonder and joy of it all nearly made me cry.
Baby Pie’s growing up.