Lucy has had two loose front teeth for so many months. A few weeks ago I asked her if she had been wiggling them, and she said no, she had been too busy having fun. In life? I asked. Yes, in life.
You can't argue with that.
Last night after bed Lucy came into my room, mouth bloody and formerly-loosest front tooth in hand: "My tooth came out," she said.
It has been almost a year since her first tooth came out after last Thanksgiving in Virginia. She put the new tooth in her tooth fairy box but wasn't ready to put it under her pillow yet--she doesn't want the tooth fairy to take it until she has a chance to show it to everyone.
Update:
The evening of the morning when I wrote this post we were heading back from Fred Meyer on a family walk when Lucy, normally our cautious child, missed a big bump in the sidewalk and faceplanted on her scooter, knocking out the other front tooth. (Not fully knocked out, just bloody and twisty until Lucy, in an act of extreme bravery, reached in and twisted it the rest of the way out.) After the trauma of that event subsided, Lucy was extremely pleased for two reasons:
- She lost two teeth in one day. "I broke the record!"
- She now looks like a vampire because of the differential between the gums where the two front teeth used to be and the little side teeth that are still there.
At the end of that day, Lucy summed it up for us: "For a darn bad day, I'm having a darn good time."