The tooth came out. Now I can go back to worrying about other pressing matters, such as: is there something weird about Drake's hairline or is it just me?
I packed lunch for the kid yesterday. Her Hello Kitty thermos contained three vegetarian "chicken" nuggets (and some ranch dip on the side because God forbid a child should eat naked food). She told me that she bit into a nugget and the tooth popped right out. A teacher in the cafeteria swiftly gave her a "tooth necklace" - basically a plastic tooth-shaped receptacle (with the newly liberated tooth inside, of course) that she could wear on a string around her neck for the rest of the day. I suspect that the school must have to dole out those necklaces to the first graders on an almost hourly basis. My daughter's classmates all look like jack-o-lanterns.
I asked her if it hurt and if there had been blood.
"It didn't hurt. There was just a little bit of blood," she told me. "The blood was on my nugget."
"Oh, okay. And did you eat the bloody nugget?" She nodded. It's kind of funny because I am constantly riding her about wasting food and this is one time when I would not have given her the starving-kids-in-Africa speech had she opted to throw the bloody nugget away.
Last night she put the tiny tooth in the little pocket of her tooth fairy pillow and drifted off to sleep. The tooth fairy left her three bucks. This morning I asked her if she had three dollars I could borrow and she told me no. The kid has wisely decided to save the money for Disney World in a few months.
I asked her if she has any other loose teeth. She quickly shook her head no. I have my doubts, though. I have my doubts.
p.s. I can hardly wait until someone Googles the term "bloody nugget" and finds my blog.