Poor Monkey Man. He is the absolutely last of his friends and classmates to lose a tooth. As a matter of fact, he hasn't lost one yet.
It's been a subject of constant discussion lately. A few months ago, he would get downright depressed when he found out a friend had lost a tooth. Most of the Badasses were so concerned about it that they would email me on the down low to let me know if their kid had lost a tooth for fear of sending Monkey Man into a spiral of fully-toothed depression. We've both tried to tell him over and over - neither one of us lost any teeth until the first grade, so chances are he was going to be one of the late kids. And all you get is that look like "you suck".
And today, we have a loose tooth. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle. He is totally obsessed with wiggling that tooth. Every five minutes, "Mom, is my tooth still loose?"
I have to admit, even for a hardass like me it's pretty exciting. A little sad, I mean the dude is growing up faster than I can even believe.
But in typical fashion, I am starting to obsess. Like what if he loses it at school and ends up not having a tooth to bring home? Okay, I know I can totally do the old "note to the tooth fairy" gig and it will be okay.
But what if he swallows it? See, that's the one I can't wrap my brain around. Like I told Joey a while ago, even my love has limits and I'm not going diving for teeth if you know what I mean.
Hopefully you're not eating right now. Sorry.
So anyhow, The Great Tooth Countdown is on....