The tooth

Sam has had a loose tooth for the past week or so. He's been showing it to me a few times a day & even lets me wiggle it. Such a big boy thing, a few of his classmates have lost teeth so this is a very big deal for him.

So today he comes home from school & announces like every other day "Mom, I lost a tooth!" This is how he's been talking about it, as though the event has already occurred.

"Mom, I lost a tooth!" "Yes I know honey, your tooth is loose. Can I see it?" "No Mom, it came out and I blooded a lot!" I look in his mouth and behold, there is the empty space. My baby is officially a kid now. (sniff, sniff) "Cool Sam, when did it come out?" "At recess." "So where's your tooth? Is it in your backpack?" (Eagerly awaiting my first look at the pearly lil thing.) "No Mom...look I got a ball!" "So did the teacher look for your tooth?" "Yeah, but it was in the gravel & we can't find it. Mom, Mrs. L. gave me a ball cos I lost a tooth!"

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, my baby lost his first tooth & it fell in the gravel. That's SO not fair!!

I am so very sad about this. I've been looking forward to holding my first child's first tooth in my hand. I wanted it to happen at home, where I could wipe up the 'blooding' and comfort him if he needed it. What is it about the teeth that makes us want to save them? My mom has a little box with a few of mine in it. But if you really think about it, isn't it a little gross? Ah well, it's not the end of the world, he has a few more teeth to loose, right? And I have Adah's first tooth but that was over 2 years ago & a whole nother story! Hmmm, blog idea maybe?? :)