Ivy had this loose tooth that she had been wiggling for days, much to my dismay. See, I hate loose teeth. I can't stand to watch them being wiggled. I don't like to think about them being pulled. I never pulled my own teeth ...and I tried to hide them from my dad so he wouldn't pull them. There's NO WAY I would ever be able to pull someones tooth.
But, I have a kid losing teeth at an alarming rate. A friend of the family pulled her first tooth. Her teachers have pulled many more of them. Her dad pulled one. One just fell out. I have had nothing to do with any of them.
The tooth in question had been pulled on by many, including Ivy, but of course not me. She walked through Wal-mart wiggling it. Played on the swing set wiggling it. Laid in bed wiggling it.
Then, as I am making the bed yesterday, I hear a scream, a cry, a thud, and an undecipherable exclamation....something like "Fye Foooo!!! Aye looooffff id!"
I ran out into the hallway and was immediately confronted by Ivy, blood dripping down her chin. "Fye Foof!" she exclaimed. "Fye foof es gone!!!!" I ushered her into the bathroom, gave her a cup, and told her to start rinsing.
But not all the noise was coming from Ivy. Story stood in the door of the playroom sobbing, large tears falling from her eyes down onto her cheeks. "What's wrong??" I asked. "Ivy is fine! She just lost her tooth!"
"I know!!!!" Story wailed. "I made her tooth fall out!!!!" And with that sentence, she wailed even louder.
"What happened???" I asked, but inconsolable Story couldn't tell me. A non-bleeding but still-hard-to-understand Ivy filled in the blanks.
Story had decided that she wanted to be a cowgirl. And that Ivy was going to be her horse. All good horses have reins, though, and this issue was remedied by a jump rope placed in Ivy's teeth. Story mounted, grabbed hold of her reins, and pulled...and suddenly Ivy didn't have a tooth anymore.
Story was still crying, but I managed to calm her down and explain that she kind of did a good thing...of course, jump ropes in mouths were bad, and it could have been a permanent tooth, but all that aside, she didn't need to cry anymore.
Five minutes later, I found the tooth. It had been flung 15 feet into the next room. If I had been a forensic pathologist, I could have determined that something much more dangerous happened with the jump rope to fling the tooth that far, but lucky for Ivy and Story, I'm just a music teacher.
But, I have a kid losing teeth at an alarming rate. A friend of the family pulled her first tooth. Her teachers have pulled many more of them. Her dad pulled one. One just fell out. I have had nothing to do with any of them.
The tooth in question had been pulled on by many, including Ivy, but of course not me. She walked through Wal-mart wiggling it. Played on the swing set wiggling it. Laid in bed wiggling it.
Then, as I am making the bed yesterday, I hear a scream, a cry, a thud, and an undecipherable exclamation....something like "Fye Foooo!!! Aye looooffff id!"
I ran out into the hallway and was immediately confronted by Ivy, blood dripping down her chin. "Fye Foof!" she exclaimed. "Fye foof es gone!!!!" I ushered her into the bathroom, gave her a cup, and told her to start rinsing.
"I know!!!!" Story wailed. "I made her tooth fall out!!!!" And with that sentence, she wailed even louder.
"What happened???" I asked, but inconsolable Story couldn't tell me. A non-bleeding but still-hard-to-understand Ivy filled in the blanks.
Story had decided that she wanted to be a cowgirl. And that Ivy was going to be her horse. All good horses have reins, though, and this issue was remedied by a jump rope placed in Ivy's teeth. Story mounted, grabbed hold of her reins, and pulled...and suddenly Ivy didn't have a tooth anymore.
Story was still crying, but I managed to calm her down and explain that she kind of did a good thing...of course, jump ropes in mouths were bad, and it could have been a permanent tooth, but all that aside, she didn't need to cry anymore.
Five minutes later, I found the tooth. It had been flung 15 feet into the next room. If I had been a forensic pathologist, I could have determined that something much more dangerous happened with the jump rope to fling the tooth that far, but lucky for Ivy and Story, I'm just a music teacher.
