We hit a milestone on Friday evening. There’ve been a few of them over the years, afterall H is nearly 6 now (just 2 weeks to go). This one seems like the end of an era really though: the end of early childhood and the beginning of a middle phase. He lost his first milk tooth.
For a week or two one of his bottom teeth has been a little bit wobbly, but it didn’t seem to be loosening up very quickly. After school though H managed to bash it his chin with a bit of car racing track. He was in floods of tears and the tooth was sitting there at a bit of an angle. It lasted through most of dinner, but eventually came out when he was eating a pear. H managed to retrieve it from his mouth and we started to prepare for the tooth fairy.
We got the distinct impression that H wasn’t convinced that the tooth fairy really existed, but he wasn’t about to ask any awkward questions and risk missing out of some money. At bedtime he was seen praying and when asked what he was praying about he said that he was asking that the tooth fairy bring him a bank-note and not a coin. Closer questioning suggested that he didn’t just want any note either, but he was after a £20 one (although £10 would do)! Visions of these milk teeth costing us a small fortune sprang to mind. The consensus seemed to be that a £1 was more than reasonable, so our tooth fairy wasn’t about to break ranks and set the stakes any higher.