My baby lost her first tooth the other night.
Ok, she's 5 so she's not a baby and it's right on time but it was still pretty traumatic - for me - she was psyched.
We were sitting at dinner and I had left the room for a minute when there was a gasp from her and then the other three kids started yelling, "It came out! It came out!" It was very exciting and, never one to shirk her moment in the spotlight - or anyone else's for that matter - whenever she felt our attention was waning, she kept sighing and exclaiming loudly, "FINALLY!"
After dinner we went upstairs so that the kids could take baths and we tucked them in and then I went to do some work and my husband went out with a friend. Then I packed my bag for NY and blogged and my husband came home. It was a very busy night and I was tired but I still had work to do so I went into our bathroom and brushed my teeth so that I wouldn't wake my husband when I came to bed later.
I crawled into bed to kiss him goodnight. "Don't expect anything." he yawned at me.
"I have work to do anyway." I told him and walked back to my office.
Five minutes later I heard, "Hey! Look what I found!"
I rolled my eyes where I sat. He didn't FIND anything I hadn't seen before.
However, I was on my way out of town for 2 days and I'm not one to let an opportunity pass me by...
Later, as I lay there, weak in the knees, I gasped "Fuck, I still have to do the toothfairy."
"Isn't that what I just did?", he asked.