You haven officially entered the age where you're totally grossed out by people kissing. It's hysterical. I asked you if it's gross when Mommy and Daddy kiss and you said "Yes, it's only not gross when you kiss us. And it's super gross on TV." I totally expect you to write a letter to Disney saying how the princesses should knock it off with all this kissing nonsense.
You're 25/26th of the way to knowing cursive. I keep forgetting to teach you X. One day I'll remember.
The Tooth Fairy made another visit not long after her inaugural visit! You're now the proud owner of $5.50. Thankfully the 90% markdown of Tooth #2 from Tooth #1 went over quite well with you. "I got TWO quarters?! That's AWESOME!!" But you know what's not awesome? I had to pull Tooth #2 (something I put in your last recap that I swore I'd never do).
We were eating dinner at Zaxby's before church on Wednesday (three cheers for Kids Eat Free nights!) and apparently your loose tooth did not agree with the manner in which you chomped down on your chicken tender. Before we knew what was happening, your mouth was covered in blood. You immediately went into Hysterical Mode of the Highest Order because in your mind, all that blood clearly meant you were dying. I tried to explain how it just looked like a lot of blood, that when blood mixes with spit, it makes it seem worse than it actually is. But all you heard me say was "Blah blah blah, a lot of blood, blah blah, blah, YOU'RE DYING."
After biting down on a gigantic stack of napkins, you finally got the bleeding to stop, you calmed down, and I was able what was going on. Your stubborn Tooth #2 was hanging at an awkward angle, almost parallel to the floor. If we were on our way home, it wouldn't have been a big deal. But since we were on our way to church, I knew I couldn't send you to your class when you were all hysterical and parallel-toothed.
You flew right back into Hysterical Mode of the Highest Order when I told you the tooth had to come out before I could take you to your church class. The whole ride to church (all seven minutes of it), you were trying (maybe ... since I was driving, I had no visual proof that you were trying, I only had your verbal assurance that you were trying) to pull it out but it wouldn't budge. No budging but plenty of bleeding. Which is a blast to deal in the car, by the way.
We went straight to the bathroom when we got to church. You showed me how you were trying and then you tearfully asked me to pray for your tooth. I gladly obliged. After the 'Amen', I dried off your tooth as best I could, got a hold of it, and tugged. And I had to tug waaaaaaaaaay harder than I was thinking I would have to. But it popped out and you immediately started laughing. It was so good.
I'm telling you this story for two reasons. One: we serve an amazing God. We get to talk to Him about anything and everything and He cares about it all. It's not like something has to be at least a 7 out of 10 on the Big Scale of Importance for us to be able to talk to Him about it. I mean, He loves those 7s, 8s, 9s, and 10s. But He also cares about the 1s and 2s, the stuff we might think isn't 'important' enough for Him. Like, we don't want to 'bother' Him with our 'insignificant' 1s and 2s when there are people dealing with some major 10s. But that's not true - He wants to hear it all.
I love that you wanted me to pray for your tooth. It told me you understand He cares about your tooth. He cares about everything in your life.
And two: sometimes you have to eat your words when you're a mom. I should have realized when I typed "I'll never pull your teeth", I would most assuredly end up pulling your tooth. This crow sure is tasty.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy
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