Sloan has now lost all four of his front teeth. The last one came out tonight at church. While I was in choir practice and the kids were supposed to be watching a movie in the cry room until I finished, Sloan ran in repeatedly with a status report on his tooth.
It’s suuuuper wiggly.
It popped TWO TIMES.
Look how far I can push it mom? Is this making you sick?
Mom it’s barely hanging on – will you pull it out?
No wait! Never mind. I’ll do it.
Mom it’s out, it’s out, it’s out!!! With Tia trailing close behind, Thwoan wost his toof mom and he hath a hole in his mouf!
When we got in the car to come home, he dropped it and we couldn’t find it – so the tooth is officially lost. And I have a tooth floating somewhere in my car, which is totally gross.
I keep getting this spinning wheel of a bad horror movie in my head where the tooth comes to life and starts attacking me while I drive…
It’s been a long, long day. Let’s just say Lee’s out of town, I just got the kids to bed, it’s 10:15 and I still have to play Tooth Fairy tonight even though I don’t have any cash so I’m going to go scrounge and dig up as many coins as I can find. Oh and my house apparently threw up while I was out and about today – there are clothes and dishes everywhere.
And I’m envisioning them coming to life and attacking me in my sleep.