Great excitement in our house last night. Eldest daughter has her first wobbly tooth!! She has been desperate for it, as quite a few of her friends have lost teeth, and even resorted to asking one of her friends to whack her in the mouth while she was drinking from a water bottle in the hope of knocking one out (!) - not something your dentist would recommend, I'm sure. So it was phone calls to the grandmas last night, and everyone had to have a ceremonial wiggle, and then this morning, I was woken up by her face about two inches from mine and her saying, "Have you remembered something about me, Mum?"
"I've got a wobbly tooth!"
It's funny, isn't it, but losing a tooth seems to be one of those physical sensations that your body doesn't forget - I can remember so vividly what it felt like to twist around a loose tooth (ugh, gives me the willies to think about it now), that delicious feeling of wiggling it around with your tongue inside your mouth and then, once it had finally fallen out (or been wrenched out, more like), being able to poke your tongue through the new gap.
Must go and get some nice crunchy apples. She's dead keen to eat lots so must make the most of it!
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