teeth!

Simon's teeth are dropping out like, well, like teeth. He has just lost his two front ones, thank god, as they were dangling around from his gums like some terrible joke teeth. In the end I had to pull one of them out for him, and the one thing i cannot stand is loose teeth. I've come to terms with many disgusting things since having children, but teeth are not amongst them. Babies pooing right up their backs? Check! Green snotty noses being wiped over your face? No worries! Projectile vomit in your hair? A snap! Blood noses, scraped knees, wiping bottoms, holding chewed and spat out food in my hands are all fine and dandy. But teeth.... oh no. I don't do teeth. Simon asked me to pull out the tooth because it had become wedged behind the other one and he couldn't get a grip on it. It was hanging by a thread and he could twist it almost 360 degrees. I was extremely brave and get my fingernail under it and yanked it out. Ugh. The next day I was telling Bianca about it and she was literally pale and goose-pimpled just thinking about it. And this woman is a nurse who has no problems chaging the dressings on amputated gangrenous limbs. Anyway, Brett pulled the second of the top teeth out while he was camping with the boys. (They had a great time, btw and the weather was perfect.)

This morning Simon came into our room at about 4.30 or so to sleep on the mattress on the floor. Just as I was drifting back into a lovely dream he let out an ear piercing shriek which nearly stopped my heart. "Mummy!" he screamed, "My tooth fell out and now I can't find it!"

"Shhh shhhh." said Brett, helpfully without opening his eyes or moving in any way. I reached over him and got the torch and shone it around looking for the damn tooth. Eventually I convinced Simon that he could find it in the morning when the sun was actually up and it was day light. Which he did. The tooth fairy will be visiting tonight, no doubt.