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'Mum', came the call from the lounge room. I sensed the urgency in her voice.
'What is it? What is it?' I called back as I moved somewhat wearily from the bedroom where I was trying to get a few minutes rest.
She greeted me with a new, slightly different smile and a flat hand, proudly presenting a tiny white tooth.
'Wow! Your tooth came out'.
'Yeah'.
Promptly she pulled her lip down to expose the red, raw gum surrounding a tiny speck of white.
'And the new one is coming through already. It was time'.
'Yeah'.
Tissue dabbing and tooth placed in a cup of water and the latest wobbly tooth saga is over. It is once again possible to crunch into a raw apple. A small pleasure she has missed of late.
Kylie, this was an interesting prompt and I've enjoyed reading where it took everyone. Ah the days of baby teeth falling out and visits from the tooth fairy are long behind me, but my children remember them well. Your daughter will too.
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Great post - you forget how much trouble those baby teeth pose..hope she enjoyed that apple..Jae
ReplyDeleteCharming! Brought back many memories.
ReplyDeletegorgeous :)
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