Teddy has lost about a half dozen baby teeth. In the course of losing those teeth, he's actually lost about half of them. He most likely swallowed them. It's not that we don't check for loose teeth and attempt to pull them. We managed to pull his first two baby teeth and were quite proud of ourselves.
Then he ate the next three. Whoops. I swear, one of them we checked first thing in the morning. It was loose but not loose enough to pull. By dinner, the tooth was gone forever.
He's had a loose tooth for a month. It's been wiggly. We've tried to pull it. No luck. It's gotten even wigglier. Still no luck.
Last weekend I took Teddy for a bike ride on a trail in a nearby town. When we arrived there, I looked at his bloody grin and was certain he'd lost yet another tooth. However, it was my lucky day, and the tooth was still hanging on. One quick pull, and I retrieved the tooth before it was gone forever.
It's not the end of the world if Teddy swallows a tooth. Heck, even AJ did that once when he thought it was a nut in his chex mix. Weirdo. It does feel like victory, though, to have the tooth for the tooth fairy. Granted, we still don't let Teddy put his teeth under his pillow because who knows what would happen to the tooth. We left it in a bag outside his door, and he was rewarded with a $2 bill in the morning.
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| A bloody toothless grin is still cute on him. |
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