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Birthday Teeth
Today was as crazy as yesterday. As I was picking up Skylar with my parents, Kim called on my mobile to tell me that the school had just called her. Skylar had collided with her friend Kelsi during P.E. and her loose tooth was even looser. I collected her from the nurse's office, wondering why no one had given her a cup of ice, then spotted Laura and Alice on the way out. Laura explained that she had seen Skylar looking upset and had taken her to the nurse's herself. Thank goodness for that. It does make you wonder, though. Should crying five-year-olds be required to walk to the main office by themselves?

At least Skylar got to show off her laconic grandparents to Miss Leslie, her kindergarten plus teacher, and was able to say goodbye to her friends Jade, Titi, and Kelsi. Then it was on to AJ's to meet Kim, who had had a dreadful day at work. My parents remained strangely silent, but Skylar was able to get the mom love she needed to feel better. And the long-dangling tooth finally came out.

After marveling over the tooth for a long while, we left for our dinner destination, Zona 78. Skylar's grandparents took to her favorite restaurant immediately and were eager for a return visit. Dinner was fabulous. Bean ate even more bread than usual. And another one of her teeth came out. Needless to say, this was cause for a serious celebration, so we all ordered dessert. Skylar slurped up the last portions of her caramel sauce-enhanced gelato with a straw.

Then we came home, where Skylar helped Kim prepare for the class Halloween party coming up on Friday. Bean drew the cutest spooky faces on white tube socks stretched over plastic bottles for "ghost bowling." Grandma and Opa relaxed to the television in the front room. Because they were watching skating, though, and Skylar loves skating, everyone was happy.

Before bed, Skylar wrote a note to the tooth fairy:

Two teeth have to be worth more than one, right? It took Bean longer than usual to settle into sleep, since she was residually overheated from her "skating" routine and excited about the Big Day tomorrow. We're all excited. I've even saved all but a few tracks of the Pavement album for its official 10/26 release date to commemorate the grandness of it all. Selfless of me, don't you think?

Mode: setting a course for joy
Muse: ambient appliances

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hollsterhambone From: hollsterhambone Date: October 26th, 2004 11:05 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
That post made me happy.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: October 26th, 2004 01:49 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Loved your party entry, BTW. An if you want to give me last-minute input on topics of mutual concern, drop me a line.
siyeh From: siyeh Date: October 26th, 2004 04:13 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
This post made me think of two things:

One would be, do kids really believe in the tooth fairy? I was telling begrid last night, as we watched Seventh Heaven. (Yes, we did watch Seventh Heaven) that if I had kids, I wouldn't be able to tell them the rights things about sex, etc. She said I shoudl just tell them what I thought, that they just had to be careful and be thoughtful about it. It gives me a headache just trying to thinka bout how to deal with the tooth fairy. :)

Two, I remember how happy I was when I lost my teeth. However, now I have these dreams about my teeth being loose and maybe falling out all the time, which most dream indexes say means that I'm either a.) getting really physically ill or b.) stressed out. How helpful is that? In graduate school/academia, would you even see the warning signs that you were getting sick??
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: October 26th, 2004 08:02 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Sex is a little harder than the tooth fairy, I'd warrant. Luckily, we aren't at the point where we have had to explain much on that front. Yes, Skylar believes in the tooth fairy. Kim and I agree that it's important for children to be able to believe in things, especially good things, in an absolute way before they start questioning their beliefs. Part of the process.

The warning sign of sickness for intellectuals seems to be irrational anger or depair.
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