We were running late Friday morning, so while Matt washed his hands, I hurriedly brushed his teeth. His eyes opened wide with surprise the same time as his top front tooth flew out of his mouth. We didn’t hear the tooth land. His eyes filled with tears because he thought the tooth fell in the sink and went straight down the drain. He spit out a mouthful of toothpaste foam on the counter – no tooth. He had been working on this tooth all week and now we couldn’t find it. He was stressing over the “lost” lost tooth while I was stressing over how many minutes were left before the school bell would ring.
In frustration he picked up the hand towel and shook it, and we heard the little tooth hit the floor. After we found the tooth and put it in an envelope we made it up to school before the bell rang. He greeted his teacher with a gap in his smile. He is the last kid in his class to lose a front top tooth. This was a very important day for him.
I lost my tooth while Mom was brushing my teeth. It accidentally fell out while she was brushing them. Once it fell out, I was looking all over the rug, but I couldn’t find it. I got so mad that I picked up the hand towel and shook it. I heard this little bang on the floor, and I leaned down and picked up my tooth. The Tooth Fairy gave me five bucks; plus I got to keep my tooth.