In the weeks before Charlie's arrival, Grant had his first very loose tooth. I hoped that it would come out before the baby due to a traumatic childhood incident of my own in which the Tooth Fairy failed to come on the night my brother was born. While we waited patiently for the baby to arrive, we waited patiently for Grant's tooth to fall out. He wiggled and wiggled it, but it hung on by a thread. Until...
On the morning that Charlie was born, we called the boys before school so they could be the first to hear the news. "That's great, Mom and Dad," G said, "but I lost my tooth!" It finally fell out in his bed while he was sleeping on the night we went to the hospital. Thankfully Grandma recovered it. And the Tooth Fairy did make an appearance.
What are the odds?! Tooth fairies and baby brothers arrive together for both of you. Sweet!
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