Toothy Perspective

The children were snuggled down watching a movie when Lacy crept into the kitchen with her right hand over her mouth. I knew something was wrong when I saw the tears dancing on the edges of her eyelids. She blinked, and opening her eyes as wide as she could, she whispered, "Mama, I think I have a loose tooth." I knelt down and wiggled the little white rectangle. "Yep, it's loose alright." I smiled, and she screamed - not exactly the reaction I was expecting. Thomas came in the room and said, "Lacy, that's cool! When you lose your teeth, you can do this." He stuck his bottom lip behind his two new front teeth - the teeth on either side missing at the current time - and made a rabbit face at her. She screamed louder and tears flowing she wailed, "I don't want it to go away! I don't want it to be lost forever!" I knelt down and held my sobbing "little bug". In true Isaac fashion, Isaac hunched his shoulders over and stomped down the hallway yelling, "It's not fair! I want to lose one of my teeth!!!" Lacy is now looking in the mirror, wiggling her tooth, and crying still.