it hung there, dangling by mere thread. well, not exactly a thread, maybe a root. i don't know for sure, i am not a dentist, i am a mother. i am the mother of a six year old who has a tooth so loose it literally flaps in the breeze of his voice. it is so loose it is now (officially) grey. it is so loose that the picker/fiddler/tweeker in me feels somewhat shaky in its presence.
for weeks now, i have been determined to extract this unsightly item from his mouth. i have staged a pillow fight (seriously, that worked with our oldest years ago). i have attempted to bribe him with outlandish and extravagant gifts. i have even snuck into his room late at night with furtive plans to remove it while he innocently slept unaware. nothing has worked. all efforts have been in vain. all attempts completely thrawted. so, we head into this week of christmas festivities with an unsightly, grey, flapping tooth.
thankfully, the christmas card photo was taken prior to the loosening and greying of this front bicuspid.
my son and his tooth hold on for dear life. this tooth is not only disturbing to look at -especially for his sisters at the dinner table- but is causing other issues as well. eating has taken on a whole new level of complexity. there have been several meals where connor has requested to eat off the special item menu -mind you, we don't have a special item menu in my kitchen. it is a distraction to all of us. countless times this week i have found connor perched on the sink in front of the mirror intently studying it from every angle. in his little boy way, he finds it downright fascinating. clearly a badge of honor. he proudly shares daily updates on the gymnastic abilities of this prized possession. recently, while in conversation with connor, i caught my own self feeling slightly mesmerized by its pendulum-like swing.
now, off to find that pair of pliers...
...note: i wrote this piece yesterday. guess what connor proudly placed in my hand this afternoon?