So I'm in the bathroom, trying to get 2 minutes to myself, when the bathroom door crashes open. It's Devlin with an important announcement. He has a loose tooth! He wiggles the tooth with his tongue. Well, this of course is a moment of celebration as he's reaching another milestone. But the excitement of the loose tooth is soon tempered by the prospect of actually losing the tooth and the fact that it now hurts to bite/chew/eat.
We try explaining that it's another part of becoming a big boy. Soon he'll have big boy teeth. Not interested. He'll have a jack o'lantern smile, we tell him. Not amused.
We try to build up excitement by taking out the tooth fairy pillow that Grandma made for him. He'll be able to put his tooth in the pillow's pocket one night, and money will appear the next morning. Hmmm, a bit intrigued, but then the tongue wiggles the tooth, and he says it hurts.
We read the story "Andrew's Loose Tooth" by Robert Munsch. For a few minutes, the pain is forgotten while laughing about the story. And then the hysteria begins again.
This morning, the drama started with Devlin claiming he couldn't eat his breakfast because of his loose tooth. I persuaded him to have a soft roll and some yogurt. I think he doesn't like the prospect of growing up to be a big boy. Perhaps there will more responsibilities? Or perhaps he figures it's boring to be a big boy? When I remind him the loose tooth is a sign of growing up, he claims the tooth did not become loose on his own, but that Ceilidh punched him in the jaw. (That IS a distinct possibility.)
At this point, after listening to all the whining, I am ready to pull out that tooth myself if it'll put an end to the drama. When I suggested that, Devlin declined the offer but was willing to try the pepper shaker - see Andrew's Loose Tooth.
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