Lemme just get this out there. I don't do teeth....pull them that is. I won't go near them. That's what husbands are for. When Lindsey has a loose tooth, she works that thing until she can pull it out herself. Or she and Bob will have these pre-bedtime sessions where they push it back and forth or up and down or sideways or twist it all around until it finally relents. Ok, now I'm giving myself the heebie jeebies. For Lindsey, pulling teeth can also be part of her morning routine. Before school one morning last year, she came downstairs and said "I went potty, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, oh and Mom, I pulled my tooth out. Here it is." I gasped and told her that my bare hand will not touch it so place it on the counter until I can get my tweezers thank-you-very-much. Ick. Kyle is more like mama. A wimp. He has had his first loose tooth hanging by a thread for the last couple of weeks. We (well Bob, not me) kept trying to get it out, but Kyle refused to let anyone near it. He liked the idea of the tooth coming out but didn't want it to actually come out. Complex, I know. So imagine how absolutely thrilled I was when his method of tooth removal involved no pulling, no strings and doors, no wiggling, no blood, nothing other than a bite into a sugar cookie. Yup. Not much difference between a tooth and sprinkles right? Went right down with all of it. Here's the thing, I didn't notice it was gone for well over an hour after we were done with lunch. And neither did he. When I finally noticed it was gone, I did a double take and started cheering that his tooth was gone. He was excited, but then he stopped and said "But, Mom, where's the tooth?" "Uh, buddy, I think you ate it with your sugar cookie." "Oh." That's all he had to say, "Oh." It didn't creep him out to think that thing was buried in his belly....nor did I tell him how it was going to make it's way out of his belly either. Of course, Lindsey's main concern was how the Tooth Fairy was going to take the news that there wasn't a tooth for her to pick up that night. So what does any concerned big sister do? BUTTS in, of course. She left a note under Kyle's pillow letting the Tooth Fairy know that Kyle had in fact swallowed his tooth but please leave him something anyway. What did he want from the Tooth Fairy? Two toothbrushes. Yup, no cash, just TWO (not one) TWO toothbrushes. So an emergency call was placed to the Tooth Fairie's husband to stop at Walgreens on his way home from work to get two Hot Wheels toothbrushes. And in case you were wondering, I haven't seen the tooth again. But I haven't looked either. Double ick.