When our fifth child, a son, was about 18 months old, his older sisters were starting to lose their baby teeth. They would bring the teeth to us elated about the prospect of getting 2 euros from the tooth fairy a.k.a. parents.
One Sunday morning we were still in bed but I heard the little ones already up and playing in the living room. All was quiet, just the blessed sound of children playing.
Suddenly I realized that our son was in the kitchen and it sounded like he was chewing on something really hard. Something that gritted between his little teeth. I quickly inventoried in my mind what this could be, but I knew I had not left any food out and he is not tall enough to reach the food cabinets.
In a flash it came to me! I knew what had been left on the kitchen counter in the evening. I called out:
"Jesaja, spit out your sister's tooth right now!"
Hehhehee! This is such a good story! :D
ReplyDeleteWhen Jesaja was younger, he was always freaking me out with the kind of sand, rocks, or in this case tooth that he put in his mouth to chew on.
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