Caught Napping!

July 19, 2012

4.30 Sunday morning, Mrini comes into our room asking for a blanket. She normally refuses a blanket at night, so when the mercury dips, she curls up into a tight little ball. Most days, I cover her up before I go to bed, but apparently on Saturday night I’d neglected to, and that night it rained all night, hence the dip in mercury.

I covered her up and stumbled back to bed.

4.45 Sunday morning, Mrini comes into our room, pats me softly and says very quietly, “Mama, I want to brush.”

Naturally I sprang up fully awake. “Brush your teeth?” It might be a dumb question, but what else do you say to such a request at 4.45 on a Sunday morning?

When she affirmed that she did in fact wish to brush her teeth and I asked her why, she explained: Her tooth was shaking and she was terrified. We might have mentioned to them a couple of times that not taking care of your teeth and not brushing properly and regularly can lead to problems, but apparently the message had really sunk in.

There are no words to express how you feel at moments like this. I should, of course, have seen it coming and I should have explained it to them before it happened – milk teeth will fall out and it’s nothing to worry about. But I hadn’t thought they were there yet – they were still such little things, still much too young for it, right? It wasn’t even on my radar.

It took the better part of the morning to convince Mrini that there was nothing to be afraid of and that it wouldn’t hurt and wouldn’t bleed and that there would, in fact, be a brand new tooth waiting to come out and, moreover, that she’d look pretty cute with one tooth missing. Luckily, she found a “Tell me why” book that explained all about it, so that helped – if it’s in a book, it must be ok.

And now the “tooth fairy” must remember to organize a gift for the child – and she’d better look sharp about it, because now that Mrini is proudly fingering the tooth at every opportunity and doubtless showing it off at school as well, it’s not going to last very long. And I certainly don’t look forward to explaining to her why the tooth fairy got held up. Does anyone have any idea how long it takes between the first tremor and the tooth actually falling out?

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