Recently I have discovered that loosing teeth will have it's own chapter in the parenting duties that I was never prepared for.
2) Prepare to be emotionally torn. I can sway back and forth between feeling a bit bad for her and trying to help gently guide the tooth out one moment. Seconds later I am completely over the process and just want to yank the tooth out without any notice.... but I can't
3) If you have not yet entered the "tooth loosing age" at your house you need to have a sit down pow-wow with the spouse... tonight. Figure out who is the more ruthless one of the two of you and make them the designated tooth puller. If neither is willing then you should implement some sort of system immediately so you are prepared when the day comes.
Other wise you end up like us. He is saying "It's easy, like ripping off a band-aid." I am giving him dirty looks and mumbling "If it's so easy then you do it!" Neither of us have the guts to actually do it quickly and that just results in the whole process being drawn out even more.
You will be tempted to bribe. If bribing isn't your thing mentally prepare to battle temptation now.
6) At the end you realized this whole time you were being "had". The tooth is out, the kids is over it and grinning ear to ear. She is more than okay, not emotionally traumatized and possibly sipping on the chocolate milk you bribed her with. Then she prances to her room to add the dollar bills from Meme to her piggy bank stash.
Not at all how I imagined this process going.
Well as exhausting and dramatic as it has been in our house lately, we have our share of sweet surprises to. The very next day Marissa counted up all the money in her piggy bank to see how much she had. She was hoping and wishing that just maybe she had enough to buy something special.
Sure enough not counting her pennies she had the exact amount of money she needed so we headed to Wal-Mart where she went straight to the toy section. Picked up an Anna doll and handed it to her sister.
"Mommy, I want to buy the Anna doll for Emily"
I could have cried. No words to say how proud I was of her at that moment.
Which just so happened to make all of those ugly little truths worth it.
Oh the memories!