Yes, this is another Zizza post. Hopefully soon Enzo will do something endearing and sweet such that I’ll want to record it for posterity. Lately he’s been mostly messes and fits. I’d rather forget those things.
Anyway, this was supposed to be a Zizza post.
Maybe it was the girls persistent wiggling, but the hygienist was wrong. The tooth came out on Halloween day, right at the outset of girlfriend’s primary (Sunday school) class.
She tucked it carefully under her pillow that night and the Mr and I fell into bed exhausted from the weekend’s festivities with no thought for the waiting tooth. We realized our negligence before she did and decided we’d just tell her the tooth fairy has Sunday nights off. She took this as gospel. If you don’t believe me check the comments from my last post.
Last night I knew I’d have to deliver. We got her into bed and I began the countdown. Just as I was thinking it might be safe, out she came. “Hermer’s too loud. He’s keeping me awake,” She came out three times with that complaint. Finally I told her to fall asleep in my bed.
It was after 9:30 when she was finally snoring. I snatched the tooth laden ziplock from under her pillow, slid a fifty cent piece into it’s place and gave a sigh of relief.
Then I realized I had no idea what to do with the tooth. Do I throw it away? Do I save it? Saving it seems a little weird, but then I saved snippings from their first haircuts, is it really that different?
What do people do with the teeth after they glean them from beneath the pillows? I am at a loss.