Tooth

This morning, I heard the familiar shuffle/stumbling sounds announcing our five-and-a-half-year-old had emerged from her night's slumber.  I expected the usual, "I'm so hungry, what's for breakfast?" but instead, her mess of wavy curls framed a very concerned expression.

Mommy, my teeth are very soft.  Softer than last night.  I better brush them really good this morning.

I finished flipping a pancake.

Ooh, Mommy, they're really soft!

Wait a second.

Maybe you have a loose tooth.  Let me check.

I was expecting one to slightly give when I wiggled it, but it was barely hanging on.

Oh!  You have a very loose tooth!

A relieved, elated expression spread across her face.

A loose tooth?!  That's why it's been so hard to eat!  I can't wait for my tooth to hatch!

She proclaimed that today was the best day of her life because her tooth was loose.  Needless to say, it came out!  Er, hatched?  Snap went the camera, then she declared she would save if forever and decided to be the first person in the world to color her tooth as a craft.  First, she colored it blue.  Then, she decided to try a different color, but she came out of the bathroom and explained that as she was scrubbing the baby tooth, it slipped out of her hands and tumbled down the drain.  Thankfully, we found peace knowing there was a picture taken of the lost tooth before it's fateful accident.

This child.  I'll never get over her notions. Soft teeth.  Hatching teeth. Coloring teeth.  There's no one in the world like her, I tell you.  She is pure delight.  There's just no knowing what she will say, do, or perceive from one day to the next.  Every day is an adventure.

I'm sharing this at Gratituesday.