A Lost Tooth

Matt has been so excited to lose a tooth. It finally happened the other night during dinner at my sister's house. Matt asked for a piece of french bread, and after taking a bite, came up to me and said, "Mom, do you see my tooth anywhere in my mouth?" I thought he knew he had lost it and asked him where it was. He said he didn't know where it was and wasn't sure what had happened. After looking through the food on his plate and around on the floor, we determined that he probably swallowed his tooth!

Matt's a sensitive kid in many ways, including his pain tolerance, so secretly, I'm glad this is how he lost his first tooth. He was worried about it being in his stomach, "and then what will happen", but I assured him he won't notice a thing and that he'll be okay.

He was concerend about the tooth fairy not having a tooth to pick up, but we convinced him that if we wrote a note, she would be okay with that. Matt dictated the note.



Because he's a sensitive kid, he's very picky about how he sleeps. When I tried to put the little tooth pouch under his pillow, he told me he wouldn't be able to sleep with it there. He asked if he could just leave the pouch on the floor next to his bed.

The tooth fairy had no complaints about that!



**Embarrassing Admission**

Matt and I just got home from the dentist. He had no cavities. I on the other hand...had SIX! Yes, S--I--X cavities. Is that a good example for my kids or what? They are small and have been on watches for a while, but still! As the dentist and I talked, we figured out the culprits.

1. My negligent flossing

2. Coffee creamer....this one never even crossed my mind!

Now what??!!