Tooth Fairy Tale
It finally happened. Tyler, at the ripe old age of damn near seven, finally lost a tooth. It was a harrowing experience. The thing had been loose for about a year and a half. Most kids just can't resist the urge to wiggle that sucker with their tongue until it pops right out. But not our boy. Nature would have to find it's own way - in spite of him.
One evening last week he came back down in his jammies. The tooth in question is, at this point, sticking straight out forward. Looking like an add for Hillbilly orthodontia fazes him not. He is holding his lips perfectly still so as not to disturb the sacred tooth. He goes to bed.
His mother is now convinced he will swallow the tooth in his sleep, choke on it, and die. This would seriously screw up his plans to tell his classmates that he finally lost a tooth. You see, every morning the teacher asks if anyone has lost a tooth. There is a chart on the wall graphing everyone's chopper change. He is the only one at zero. He has been the only one at zero for a good long while. Apparently, his competitive nature forced him to find a way to win by being further behind than anyone else. If you can't win, at least be distinguishable in the race. That's my boy.
Anyway, thirty minutes later he returns to the living room. The tooth is clutched in one hand, and he has a wad of tissue stuffed in his mouth that would have turned an 8th grader into a D cup. Still, the part of his face you can still see is unmistakably grinning. He shows us the tooth, which has a taint of blood on one end. Disgorging the wad from his mouth and studying it intently revealed the location of the other half of the drop of blood. He would live.
The tooth was deposited in the special tooth container and placed on his dresser in hopes the Tooth Fairy would come. She did, and next morning, first thing, he told his whole class about the event.
I'm guessing our stories differed in the details...
