Looth Tooth

Mosely’s been letting her front tooth dangle next to her bottom lip for about six weeks now.

We’ve put numbing gel on it and tried to yank it out.  (With her permission, of course.)  But it stayed stuck.

We’ve watched it float across her tongue and poke out in weird directions, but it never fell out.

She’s eaten crispy apples and tried brushing her teeth really hard.  (Another suggestion made for her by her.)

That tooth just kept hanging around.

Mosely has never lost a single tooth yet.

She was so afraid she would reach the ripe old age of seven and still have all of her baby teeth.

(I think mostly she has been motivated by the lure of easy cash.)

We’ve all tried everything.

But apparently, all we really needed to do was to leave town.

Get outta Dodge.

Because Kevin and I had not been in the car for even an hour on our little adventure last weekend when we received a text with a picture of a little Mo-Town hand holding a little Mo-Town tooth.

Mosely graciously agreed to accept a delay from the tooth fairy parents and Kevin and I pondered how adorable Mosely would look sans front tooth when we returned.

Upon our return we were greeted by the cutest gap-toothed brown-eyed kid ever.

We were right – she looks adorable.

(I’ve spent most of the day trying to make her laugh so I can catch more glimpses of her sweet smile.)

This morning I hear sounds of shock and laughter reverberating from the girls’ bedroom and London and Mosely both come rushing in.

Hands outstretched.

Holding

another

Mosely

tooth.

Apparently, according to them,  Mosely touched her mouth, said the words “bubba what?” and her tooth popped right into her fingers.

Two teeth in two days.

Mosely’s mouth is like a little cash cow for her.

(I don’t think we have an envelope designated for this.)