The Toothfairy

The Lollygagger lost her first tooth.

The milestones happen so fast it's hard to believe she's already five. She informed Lollygagger Daddy the week prior, that her tooth was loose. This seemed abnormal to me. Too soon. I worried she was kicked in the mouth by her Aunties horse, where we just left. No, couldn't be that. She would have noticed if a horse kicked her in the mouth.

It was clear she was growing up and I just had to face up to it. There was nothing abnormal about it.

A week after her announcement about the tooth, it came out. It came out during dinner when she was gnawing on a corn Cobb. The problem was, she couldn't find it. We searched the table, the floor, the dinner plate, the Cobb, and brushed out her hair just to be sure it hadn't somehow landed in her long locks. No luck; it was gone. A high percentage of probability that it could be located in her tummy.

Here she is:

My Lollygagger is a very optimistic child. She was sure she could get it back as soon as she pottied.

Ewwwww!

She was insistent that we look for it in her potty.

"Ah, no sweetie, I'm not going to dig around in your potty to find your tooth."

Oh, the meltdown. The gnashing of teeth, the whaling and crying. It seemed to go on forever.

By the time she calmed down enough to articulate clear words, I was able to understand her worry that the Tooth fairy might pass her by.

"Don't worry Lollygagger, we can write her a letter. We will explain that we can't give her the tooth because you swallowed it."

"Momma, will she be mad?"

"No, sweetie. Lots of children swallow their teeth."

She was never happier.

So what does the Tooth fairy pay for teeth these days? Is there a penalty for not being able to exchange the tooth? Do children get more for uppers vs- lowers? What about molars? What am I supposed to do in my new role of Tooth fairy?

She woke up in the morning to a shinny gold dollar. Her gold dollar was applied to the Piggy Bank she has for spending sprees. You would think the spending spree of a five year old would be for a wild selection of small toys that can be stepped on by the unsuspecting momma, or on lip gloss by the case.

Not my Lollygagger. She's a saver.

In a future post I'll reveal her big purchase.