It's that time.
The time when teeth are loose and the tooth fairy is on high alert.
About a week ago,
the Brat Child lost a tooth
that he promptly swallowed along with the pretzel that pried it loose.
When he returned home from school...
Brat Child: Mom, I'm gonna go in the bathroom to poop.
Me: Okay?
Brat Child: You're gonna haffta come in. I need you to get my tooth.
Me: (with realization dawning) Oh, no, the tooth fairy will still give you money. Trust me.
After losing the latest tooth (and creating the gap seen above) I said he looked cute.
Brat Child: No, Mom, I look like a Hell Belly*
*Hill Billy
