On this momentous day, my baby, my six-year-old baby, lost her first tooth. After weeks of wiggly-ness. And about a year of grousing about how all the other kids her age lost teeth in kindergarten, for crying out loud! So when the heck was she EVER going to lose a bleeping tooth? The answer came: today! She yanked it out herself this morning, with a bit more bloodiness that I'd come to expect, and probably due to the fact that Heather's six-year-old son also has a loose tooth. My competitive little one couldn't possibly let him beat her to that milestone.
As for the tooth? Don't let my headline fool you. We don't have any special networks for recycling teeth, or crazy reuse, nor compost schemes. We make an appointment with the tooth fairy like most people. But here's the 'recycling' part, and let me just add it's something my kids cooked up on their own. They say that when a big kid loses a tooth, it means a baby somewhere in the world gets a baby tooth. Personally, I'd rank that as one of the most stinking cute things I've ever heard. And it seems to adhere to good karma rules, and certain laws of (meta?) physics.
So somewhere, some time today, some little baby who's been fussing and keeping his/her parents up at night will finally cut a tooth. Congratulations. I hope you get some sleep, whoever you are! Oh, and Ms. Tooth Fairy, if you're reading this, can you please get us on your schedule? (I happen to know the Tooth Fairy follows us on both Facebook and Twitter).