Well Sophia lost both of her bottom front teeth. Monday night Ben wrapped floss around it and pulled one out. She cried, and then instantly was excited and starting hugging me, until she saw all the blood. She WOULD NOT let us touch the second tooth. She was all concerned that she might swallow it during the night, but was conflicted because it was too painful to pull it out. Finally she went to sleep, and she woke up happy with 5 dollars in her tooth bag. When she got home she was sad that no one was as excited as she was about her loss tooth, except her teacher and Grandma Pribyl (who works the lunch room). Later that night Ben asked Sophia if he could touch it, and that it would be the last time he touched it. He was right, because he pulled it! When I came home from dropping the boys at soccer, she came running downstairs to tell me all about it. At first she was sad saying her smile looked bad. But then the more she looked at it the more she liked it. She was busy up in her room all night. She was up to something. She made a fake tooth for her American Doll to put under her pillow too. She also made a note for the Tooth Fairy. Here it is. When I asked her why she wanted her to sign it, she told me she wanted to see what her signature looked like. This morning she was more excited that she signed the note than she was about the money. I love how Sophia recieved so much joy out of the little things of life. She is full of excitement. I got a kick out of this whole experience, but also shed a few tears thinking about how this was my last "first tooth" expeirnece. Sophia's firsts are bitter sweet!
