Teeth - Lost and Forgotten

Lost and forgotten (almost). . .

Just lost. . .

BLP lost the second of her top two center teeth Sunday night. It had been hanging by a thread for weeks but she refused to get it out (or to let me extract it). Finally on Sunday night, I told her it had to go. The gum was starting to discolor and I feared either an infection or a permanent tooth that was trying to cause us a lot of pain and money at the orthodontists. I ended up extracting it but it was not very hard. A slight tug on the tooth and it was out.

This brought up a series of conversations in our household. The first and shortest lived was that I was a mean mom. Really, that does not faze me anymore. I usually reply to that accusation that if I weren’t mean sometimes they wouldn’t grow up to be nice adults. After that rant subsided, BLP ran around with a gleeful spring in her step announcing what she planned to tell her teacher Monday. She couldn’t have been happier to have lost a tooth.

Finally, came the forgotten tooth dilemma. AJP is convinced that I forgot to post that he lost two of his top teeth (the one’s right next to the top center teeth). He was upset that I forgot. I, of course, was convinced that it must have happened in Brazil and so I was sure I had posted it. To appease an upset nine year old, I will inform all of our faithful readers that AJP has indeed lost eight teeth total (I think?) and that I will be sure to post immediately when he loses his next one. This promise of information to the blogosphere inspired BLP to accuse me of forgetting to post anything about her first top tooth that she lost. I am sure I forgot to post it so I included a picture and will duly inform everyone that she has lost a total of four teeth now. There was enough drama on Sunday night about all this that I had the thought that sometimes things are better lost and forgotten. . .