This morning I didn't wake up to may alarm.
Ok...I DID wake up to it, I just chose to hit the snooze button repeatedly until I eventually slept through it. But, luckily Jonathan is way more of a morning person and terribly responsible. He popped into my room (as I am busily drooling on my pillow) and said, "Good morning, Mom!" This is code for "seriously, we're gonna be late if you don't haul your butt out of bed asap!" In my slightly groggy but quickly moving state, I had a conversation with Jonathan about the tooth that he lost this morning. It was his last baby tooth - an enormous molar. He was surprised at how large it was. I saw it. It was impressive.
Back to the frantic washing and getting dressed for school.
After getting myself ready, I went to locate Sammy. Sometimes she is great at getting herself ready and at other times I have to "motivate her" to get going. Today she was already downstairs in the kitchen, and I walked in to find her throwing things away and cleaning off the counter where Jonathan had already fixed and packed lunches (Am I a lucky mom or what?!?) I was cooking breakfast - and by cooking I mean pouring cereal into bowls and filling glasses with milk - when Jonathan came downstairs and exclaimed, "Where is my tooth?"
Of course, his first instinct was to blame Sammy.
Hmmmm.
Well, she is most often the culprit.
But she was definite in her denial that she had done anything to his tooth.
When I asked Jonathan where he had left his tooth, he told me he had set it on the counter...
My mind began to work quickly.
What had Sammy just thrown into the trash?
MOM: "Sammy, did you throw Jon's tooth away? He said it was sitting right here."
SAMMY: "No, really! I thought it was a piece of popcorn!"
(and she was completely serious)
It was a pretty big tooth.
And we had eaten popcorn with our dinner the night before.
And she was trying to be helpful.
And it was pretty funny.
Except to Jon.
He wanted to take the tooth to school.
But I couldn't find it in the trash.
(I only searched the top - let's not get crazy now.)
1 comments:
Funny but sad... his last tooth mistaken for popcorn! Too bad! My first tooth I mistaken for a peanut from my drumstick ice cream cone and so I swallowed it. My mom was so obessed at me swallowing my first tooth that for the next few uh-hem "potty moments" she tried to look for it... GROSS!!! I think you made the right choice. I hope the tooth fairy still brought him a prize.
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