Grey is still one of the little kids in most of our circles of friends. She’s been hearing from her cousins and other “more mature” persons about some things that she’ll be growing into or experiencing someday. I’ll be frank, some of the information she’s been given is a little misleading, and some is just plain concerning to me as a parent.
For example, Grey had her first appointment with the dentist today. I got my teeth cleaned first so Grey could observe and ask questions before she had her turn in the seat. Our dental hygienist is fantastic and told Grey all about how to brush her teeth and that she’d grow new grown up teeth when her baby ones fall out. Enter misinformation. Grey, smart girl that she is, explained to Monika, the hygienist, that a tooth would come out, she’d put it under her pillow, it would turn into a popsicle, and the tooth fairy would come and take it away and turn into a dancing toothbrush. What?! I know I’ve never told her this.
The worst part is, she’s already got a barely loose little tooth. Have you seen how goofy kids look with still-soft baby faces full of ginormous, crooked adult teeth? It’s just weird. I can’t handle loose teeth anyway (think: pass out), so who knows what’ll happen when it pops out. She teared up when Daniel told her that there might be a little bit of blood when her teeth come out.
I think Daniel got a little emotional, too.