Brace yourself … this is a bbaaadd one.
My oldest lost his two bottom teeth. But, not at the same time.
He actually took the first tooth out himself while at the playground (yes, that playground ). He handed it to me right before climbing the rock wall.
The second time slips my mind where and how it happened – but it was kinda more of the same. So, the bad mommy moment comes in what happened next – which was nothing. I did preserve the tooth – but I didn’t do the ‘tooth fairy’ thing. I somehow haven’t been able to spin the tale of an imaginary, winged ‘fairy’ that flies into his room at night and takes his tooth and does God knows what with it – for whatever reason.