Olivia lost her first tooth! It came out in the school yard today, I was greeted by a grinning girl with a gap and a tiny pearly milk tooth in a tissue, at hometime.
It feels somehow more significant than it did when the first one (probably this one?) grew in - I don't know why: the tooth fairy visits tonight - I am a real parent! It seems likea rite of passage.
The new tooth is placed way further back than her other baby teeth. I'm fairly sure expensive orthodontistry lies in the futures of both my children. Perhaps that's what makes you a real parent: the cost of braces. Ah well.
I remember finding our baby teeth in one of the vases that my mother kept on the mantelpiece in her bedroom, purple agianst the white wall.
I was old enough to not be disappointed, but the little graveyard collection of ivory was ... I don't know, fascinating, yet weird. Somehow, a collection of tiny ivory fairy sculptures made more sense.
