Saturday, March 17, 2012

of a girl and a tooth.

Way back when Ellie was four and a half years old, she started to think about the day when she would lose her first tooth.

You've got to understand that Ellie has always been one to plan ahead, and think about these things that will happen to her one day. She maps out her life days/weeks/years in advance. Sometimes that makes life a little difficult for her, as things don't always work out the way we have planned them.

But I digress.

Back in 2009, as I said, Ellie started thinking about teeth. And the tooth fairy.

This is how she saw things working out:

"When I have a wiggly tooth and it falls out, 
then the tooth fairy will take away my tooth and give me a cello."

 So after we all had a good laugh, we explained what would actually happen, and warned her that it might be a few years til anything happened.

So Ellie has been watching all of her friends lose teeth, and wondering impatiently when her turn would come. And at last, as all such days do, it arrived.

On Wednesday she announced with great excitement that she had a wiggly tooth. And from that moment on, that tooth was being moved continually. I don't think there was a moment, aside from when she was sleeping, that her tooth wasn't being wiggled.

She refused to eat a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch, since her sister had told her the story of losing and consuming a tooth along with a grilled cheese sandwich once. Ellie was determined that her tooth was going to be under her pillow for the tooth fairy.

And on Friday, she pulled it out. 
All. by. herself.

In the morning, she excitedly announced that the tooth fairy had brought her a dollar. And that she had another loose tooth.

2 comments:

  1. What? No cello?  What kind of tooth fairy do you have?

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