Not long ago, I checked to see if Peeper had any wiggly teeth, and felt nothing. Nor did she. Until today.
She says she was lying on the floor during story time, chewing on her fingers (as she does) and felt it wiggling. She wiggled it and pushed on it a bit, and it just fell right out in her hand. She waited until after the story to tell the teacher, “because you’re supposed to be quiet when you’re on the braided rug!” The teacher took her down to the nurse to get a “tooth box” (little plastic treasure chest) to put it in. She then put the box in a ziplock labeled “Peeper’s tooth” with the date. When I picked her up from school, as the teacher was putting her in the car, she said, “She has a surprise for you, it’s in her folder,” and Peeper shouted, “I LOST MY TOOTH!” I was completely floored. The pick-up routine is that a teacher sticks the kid in the car, then you drive around to the other side of the circle, hop out and do buckles, then go on your merry way. As you can imagine, we spent quite a bit of time parked there, while I took photos and sent them to Shrike and then Facebook. (Both with Peeper’s permission.) As luck would have it, Shrike is working day shift this week, so she was headed home not long after that. I’m really glad she got to see her right away and didn’t have to wait until morning to get a good look at her. As we started talking Tooth Fairy, I remembered that when we were at the Kid Vendor Day, Shrike’s parents bought a few postcards from Peeper and then wanted to buy something for her from one of the other kids. I suggested that they check out the Tooth Fairy pillows that some girls behind us were selling, and hinted pretty strongly that I really dug the smaller one with the stars and the rainbow. I was thinking that they’d bought it, but wasn’t sure and if they did, I couldn’t remember if they still had it or if we did. Peeper wanted me to ask Shrike to call them and find out, so when she called from the grocery store to see if I needed anything, I was telling her that when she said, “Hey, there’s Papa now! I’ll talk to you later!” She went and talked to her dad, and made plans for us to pick up the pillow this evening. So, we popped by there and got it (and Peeper played for a while, of course) and then went out for a celebratory dinner. While we were there, we ran into one of the girls who was a kindergartener in her class last year, so we told them about it and swapped tooth stories.
When we got home, she dictated a letter to the Tooth Fairy, and we got everything all packed up and ready to go under her pillow. A couple more photos in her jammies, and off to bed. In case you’re wondering, just looking at her mouth, it might be hard to tell that this is the first tooth that she’s lost. It kinds of looks like she has an adult tooth coming in on top. That is the remainder of one of the baby tooths that was capped. The cap fell off, and when we were at the dentist shortly after, it was too soon for insurance to pay to replace it, so we’re waiting and maybe just letting it go, because everybody her age is snaggle-toothed anyway (and she would be now anyway!) and she’ll be losing it within the next couple of years. (Or maybe sooner, evidently.) Oh, and it might also look like she’s already lost one on the bottom, but she actually only has 3 incisors down there. The outer one on the right never came in, and according to xrays, neither the baby one or its corresponding adult tooth exists. We’re told that as her adult teeth come in, they should just fill up the space, and if not, we can deal with that later.