This morning, as we were rushing around trying to get out the door to Church, Ali asked, “So. When will my teeth fall out?”
Apparently, she’s been hanging around some older men.
“Your teeth will fall out when you get to be about six years old – in three more years.”
“Because they need to come out to make room for your big teeth to grow in.”
And, since I’m quite late to the party as to deciding which imaginary beings I’m going to support or not, I said rather vaguely, “And you know what else? When your tooth falls out, you can put it under your pillow, and in the morning, your tooth will be gone, but there will be MONEY under your pillow!”
“Well, Um…that’s just what happens!!”
“I know, isn’t it?”
”So when will I be six again?”
So, this afternoon, I found some pictures of me losing my first teeth to help her get excited about the process…
You see, your mother, whom when you’re older you will question her youthful hair choices, will get a string and tie it to your tooth while your brother watches on in sadistic glee and your cousin, whom when you’re older you will question his shorts length choices, watches on with complete disgust…
Um, well….and then…..
After all, nobody needs to have nightmares about being six years old.