The girl-child has lost her first tooth.
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| yes...sometimes I do comb this child's hair, just not today |
She's 5. Isn't that a little bit early? Is it because I have been adamantly refusing to believe that my babies are growing up and will no longer need me to snuggle them? I've threatened to quit feeding her. Didn't work. I am laying the groundwork so that I can be like that mother in Love You Forever (by Robert Munsch) when I'm an old lady. Still needs work.
The girl-child has always had a thing for tomatoes (see video):
See that. She how little and cute she used to be. Even at the age of 2, Emmers could be found red handed in the garden shoveling tomatoes into her mouth like they were actually something tasty.
Back to the tooth....the girl-child is eating tomatoes out of grandmother's garden. Why? Because the dad planted 34 tomato plants in the garden this year. Not 3 or 4, 34! I know what you're thinking. Why would anyone do that? Maybe he has some sort of massive tomato canning, getting ready for the apocalypse plan? Nope. Well, except for that metal shipping container out back, but let us not get into that. The official answer is:
So that, when I want a tomato, there will be one out there, waiting for me, no matter what.
So to recap: Girl eating tomato, girl feels like dirt is in her mouth, girl spits dirt out onto the ground, girl realizes her tooth is missing....oh, crap! And then the husband saves the day and finds said tooth because he knows that I do not need to write another letter to the tooth fairy explaining that I may or may not of caused my brother's tooth to come out and we can't find it. I'm not doing that, again.
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