Well, it's official - the Tooth Fairy is making her first visit tonight. Liam went to the dentist and had that stubborn little baby tooth removed. The one that didn't want to let go, even though the big tooth was standing right behind it saying Uh, excuse me, I'm here now and you can go.
To say Liam was excited would be a bit of an understatement. I'm not entirely sure how much can be attributed to excitement and how much to the "happy gas" that they gave him before they pulled it, but within 20 minutes of coming home he had: Built a bed out of Legos for his tooth to rest in (no lie), weighed his tooth on the bathroom scale (no, it doesn't weigh a pound, in case you were wondering), followed everyone in the house around asking "Do you want to see my tooth?", asked if he could show everyone in his class his tooth after Spring Break is over (I thought I was being smart having it done when he was out of school, but it was apparently bad timing when you want to share with everyone), took impromptu video (on my camera) of his own foot, complete with narrative, and made up silly questions like "Wouldn't it be funny if a tooth was called a meteor and a meteor was called a tooth?" OK, I'm thinking at least the last two things were related to the happy gas. Nevertheless, the boy was HAPPY. And it didn't hurt. Hurrah!
Apologies in advance if the up-close and personal teeth pictures are too graphic. I don't necessarily like looking in other people's mouths (as evidenced by the fact that I didn't spot the second tooth in Liam's mouth...). So I put the pictures at the end of the post and you can stop looking now if you don't want to see it. But he is SO excited, I must document it for posterity.
Before:
and After:
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