Oh, little tooth. You were the first one up and so you are the first one out. You will be missed. I’m sure your adult counterpart will be a worthy substitution, but your vacancy will be ever-present in our hearts and our minds forever. Rest in peace, wherever you may lay.
I think she finally got sick of me asking if I could wiggle her tooth for her, so she just pulled it out herself. She says it just popped out, literally hurling itself from her mouth into her hand several inches below while she was in another room, but I think she just yanked it out to get it over with.
I’m not sure what the going rate is these days for baby teeth, but the Tooth Fairy left her a clean, crisp, blue five dollar bill, which I thought was kind of steep and sort of a dangerous precedence to set. In my day, the fair market value for a tooth was a dollar, which seems reasonable. I mean, it’s just a tiny nugget of enamel, dentin, cementum, and pulp for which we no longer have any use. So much so that it’s replacement evicts them from our persons with such force that they, apparently, will fly from our mouths as if jumping from the Golden Gate Bridge. So really, the Tooth Fairy is paying us for our waste material. Five bucks is a little pricey, no? But, if she’s willing to fork over that kind of cash, you’ve got to think the Dental Waste Management business is booming and why not take advantage of that, right?
Also, I have it on pretty good authority that Ms. Fairy pays a premium for First Tooth Lost, and any subsequent teeth will be procured at a significant discount.