I Lost My Tooth

Liz has had her first wiggly tooth for like 6 months, and she's the ONLY one in her ENTIRE class that hasn't lost a tooth yet and her tooth will NEVER fall out and she'll have baby teeth FOREVER...but finally, while eating an apple, it came out. She was very happy about this and immediately called every relative she could think of to share the news. Daddy came home from work and she met him at his car proudly displaying the large empty gap in her bottom jaw and her tooth which had been carefully sealed in a ziplock bag and lovingly placed in a hand sewn tooth fairy pillow.

And then she promptly lost the tooth.

Hand sewn tooth fairy pillow? check. Empty gap in teeth? check. Ziplock bag? check. Tooth? nope.

What follows is a transcript of the conversation that took place with her Grammy that evening.

"Grammy?" (tearfully)

"Yes, Sweetie?"

"I lost my tooth!" (sobbing now)

"I know, honey, you told me. That's wonderful! What do you think the tooth fairy will put under your pillow?"

"No, Grammy, I lost my tooth!"

"I know you did, I can see where it used to be."

"But Grammy, I LOST my tooth!!" (now approaching a wail)

(Grammy getting slightly confused) "OK, are you sad about losing your tooth?"

"Yes, I'M SAD!!! I LOST MY TOOTH!!! (now desolation, frustration and just a hint of anger)

"Alright. So tell me WHY you're sad."

"BECAUSE I LOST MY TOOTH! I lost it! I just lost it and the tooth fairy isn't going to give me any money because I lost my tooth!!"

"Honey, you're not making any sense. . ."

I'm sitting there watching this exchange thinking how simple it would be to remedy it with a slight vocabulary clarification: lost/misplaced. But it was just SO funny. And besides...my mother took my child out of an amusement park without telling me and I looked for them for an hour. So let's just say HER comfort level wasn't exactly top on my list at that moment in time.