One morning, Miles complained that his tooth was hurting. It was a baby tooth and we'd just been to the dentist, so I knew he didn't have any cavities. I figured it was just starting to get wiggly. That afternoon, he walked upstairs and just handed me the molar. It basically fell out in his hands so I guess it was wigglier than we both thought!
I knew that the tooth fairy was going to be coming soon, but I had thought it would be for Elliott. When Elliott's front teeth starting coming in, I could tell that the top left tooth was going to knock out the tooth next to it. The dentist confirmed that the tooth would be coming out very, very soon at our last visit. It was incredibly wiggly, but I prefer to let Elliott pull out his own teeth when possible because taking them out for him is traumatic for everyone involved. The same day that Miles lost his tooth, Elliott's gum was bleeding and we knew it had to come out. It was still kind of a traumatic mess but at least it was way better than the two front teeth.
When Molly saw that both her brothers were missing teeth, she started wiggling all of her teeth. She realized that one of her canines was really wiggly and she lost a tooth too!
All three kids lost a tooth in the same day! What are the odds?
The tooth fairy decided that this was a momentous occasion and decided to pick up a dozen doughnuts instead of the usual coins under the pillow.