Max-Ay lost one of his front teeth! The other one is loose and will be out soon. He sure was funny about it. His permanent two are already down quite a ways and we kept pestering him about getting that tooth out. He would fuss with it every now and then and insisted we not pull it out for him. It was all I could do to not yank it out when I was just "testing to see how loose it was."
I offered to tie a string around it and pull it out for him. I explained that this is how Poppy pulled my teeth out and that he told everyone stories about how he "lasooed" me, but alas, this was not enough to convine him.
I think that secretly, every kid really wants that tooth fairy money, wants mom or dad to pull it out but is too scared to admit it. Just in case I'm wrong, I try to keep my grubby hands off the loose teeth unless they are invited!
All the tooth lasooing talk inspired this highly creative 7 year-old to do this:
Don't ask me where kids come up with some of this stuff. Maybe its the Fruit Loops I feed him for breakfast.
Anyway, don't tell your kids to try this at home, it doesn't work....what worked this time was an Uncle Noonie who asked for tooth pulling permission and didn't wait for an answer. There was a split second hesitation in Max-Ay's answer, which like I said, reveals his secret desire to have it out. He just wouldn't admit it, and Uncle Noonie knew that.
The rest of the day consisted of getting over my Dr. hang-ups, which didn't take me too long this time. Must be another sign that I'm getting mentally healthier. Also, Max-Ay took his Chopper over to Nate Dog's and spent the night. Meyers D got invited to spend the night somewhere too, it's Spring Break here.
And since it was just Papa D, T-S-E and me, we let the little guy choose where to go out for dinner. He said Scoops, which is an ice cream shop. Now, this is Papa D's dream dinner-date, to have ice cream for dinner! We told T-S-E not to tell his sib's when they get home, but you are sure to bet what will be the first words to exit his mouth when they get home. Here are some pictures of our dinner, and sorry, the one of me is not so flattering. Almost prefer my "pain self-portraits" to this trashy shot!