Buddy is almost finished with kindergarten. The summer before her kindergarten year, Rea's main goal was to lose one tooth. Buddy never seemed to really care too much for this rite of passage.
Then almost a year ago, we were at a friend's house for a party. The kids were mostly outside swimming and playing on the incredible blow-up waterslide. Parents were milling around both in and out. I can't remember exactly what Buddy came inside for, all I know is he was in the house. Then he heads back outside... at full speed, right into the sliding glass door. There were some tears, racing heartbeats, minor amount of blood.
After things calmed down a bit, I noticed his front tooth was a tiny bit wiggly. The random Mom-knowledge in my brain's rolodex of potentially useful-ish information told me that this was not ok. But that's all the card said: This is not ok, call the dentist.
So I asked my pediatrician instead. She said to take him to the dentist for an x-ray, make sure no damage was done to the roots. Ok, that makes sense.
Buddy was a total professional. I've heard horror stories about kids (and grown ups) being afraid of the dentist, but not my kids. What can I say? I am raising weirdos. Well, that and their dentist is the father of Rea's best friend - That definitely works in my favor there. They trust him.
Back to the tooth. All was good. The root was fine. Doc said it would be snug and secure for a year or two.
Fast forward to yesterday. Buddy's tooth is loose. The same one from last year. So exciting.
Did he tell me first? No, of course not. He told... his Sensei? When he announced it in class, I laughed it off. Not possible. Mommy had no knowledge of this being true; therefore, it was simply not.
Joke's on me. The tooth is loose. Buddy is super excited about it. I told him it probably has another month or so. I guess we have to get his tooth fairy pillow ready. Wait, do boys use those? Moms of boys, what do you guys do for the tooth fairy? Help. Please.