Hey all. I know I’ve been gone from my blog for a while
now but it isn’t personal. My family and I are preparing to move out of state
and life has been a mess. I know that that is no excuse but it’s the one I’m
giving so just go with me there.
You might find yourself wondering what is causing me to
write today and it is quite simple. My oldest child did a very sweet and caring
thing today and I was so touched by his actions that I feel compelled to write
about him.
My oldest twin, Adam, has had a loose front, top tooth
for some time now. We have all been wondering when it was going to give up and
let go but nothing had happened, until today. While he was at recess he took a
mitten to the face and that tooth flew out of his little mouth…and landed in
the snow. When I picked them up at 3:00 I
was regaled with the whole story. Adam was on top of a heap of snow, playing
King of the Mountain I imagine, and one little boy gave him a shove out of
sporting fun and not malicious tooth-knocking-outedness. My twins took me to
the very spot on the playground that this offense occurred but alas, we did not
find that tiny little tooth in the vastness of the white snow on the playground.
We even had a reenactment of sorts to show his exact position on the pile and
the direction that Noah came at him at ultimately socked him. Nope. Nothing. We
headed home.
My oldest son, Alex got home from Jr. High a bit later
and after talking to his little brother about his missing tooth Alex excused
himself and returned shortly after. He explained to Adam that coincidently he
happened to find a tooth on the ground on the way home. I heard Adam yelling
for me as he barreled up the stairs to tell me the good news. He held in his
little hand a top, front tooth. I looked at him and back at Alex in disbelief…and
that was when it hit me. Alex took one of his baby teeth, making sure it was a
top, front little tooth and gave it to his brother, explaining that he found
what must have been Adam’s wayward tooth.
Alex has never left his teeth for the tooth fairy. The idea
of not having his teeth bothered him a great deal and so Alex and I struck a
bargain. I would buy his teeth from him rather than leave the teeth under his
pillow and he and I would then become co-owners of said teeth. We have every
single tooth he’s ever lost.
Well, we did…until today. I am very proud of my oldest
son’s quick thinking and I’m okay with the fact that I am now short one of his
baby teeth. Cheering up his baby brother is a much better investment.
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