Emma lost another tooth Friday night. It had been loose for a while but the fact that she hit herself in the face with a ball helped a lot.
Here's the thing about me and loose teeth - I can't handle it. It's a good thing Kevin has no issue pulling teeth out because if it was up to me the kids would be walking around like extras in The Walking Dead ... loose teeth hanging out all over the place.
It wouldn't be pretty.
I hate loose teeth.
Want to gross me out? Wiggle a loose tooth.
The thought of pulling teeth out makes me queasy.
I save the kids' teeth.
Every single one of them.
I'm totally serious.
When Kevin played tooth fairy Friday night he came into our bedroom and said "where do I put the tooth?" To which I replied, "Open that small jewelry box and put it in there with the rest of them."
With. The. Rest. Of. Them.
Yep. That's my tooth stash.
One would think I'm some sort of midwestern Voodoo priestess with all the baby teeth stored in that little jewelry box. Those few teeth in the pic (sorry about that pic if you just ate) are the tip of the tooth-berg.
I have no idea why I keep their teeth. It started innocently enough with keeping their first lost tooth. But now I'm all "omigod I can't throw them out!"
Because you know, they'll come in handy centuries from now when someone wants to clone my kids.
Oh and those pennies stashed in there with the teeth? Yeah those would be pennies from the years they were born. To put in their shoes on their wedding day.
Honestly I'm totally weird. I know it.
So back to the teeth. I suppose I need to start throwing them out rather than saving them. I mean what the hell am I going to do with a bunch of random baby teeth that aren't even separated into "Olivia" and "Emma" piles?
"Here kids! I saved all your baby teeth when you were little. Merry Christmas!"
Yeah. I don't think so.
Must. Let. Go.
Time to toss the teeth.
But first tell me - do you save your kid's teeth?