First tooth gone
The wiggly tooth. It is gone. G jumped out of the car today, and the first thing he did is show me his gap from across the parking lot. He lost it while eating a snack. He’s playing it off like it’s no big deal, but I can tell he’s excited.
I asked S what approach we’re taking here. The “tooth faerie” has new tooth-brush heads ready for him and a crisp $2 bill. On the other hand, the Bulgarian tradition around losing teeth is to throw your tooth up to the roof of your home for the crows to carry away. S wants to keep the tooth, so I guess crows are out.
I miss his smile already. Here come the awkward years.
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