Yep, it happened to us. It started out a couple of months ago when, upon flossing Sammi's teeth one night, I discovered that the two top front teeth were wiggly. I was so excited! Finally, my girl was going to get that adorable gap-toothed grin that marks an important rite of passage in every 6 or 7 year old! Not like you can really ever see her top teeth when she smiles anyway (her underbite prevents that). But still...
So the first one fell out. And, as if by magic, its replacement was right behind it, about 1/4 way in already. We also saw that the replacement for the tooth next to it was also nearly in, about 1/2 way, and pushed way behind her other teeth, jockying for its rightful space in her mouth. A couple of days later, the report came from school that Sammi had lost another tooth. However, upon her return home, we discovered that it was not the tooth we knew to be wiggly, but another tooth on the top that I had no idea was ready to come out! (Note to self: Check Sammi's teeth for wiggly ones more regularly!) Two more weeks went by, the other front wiggly tooth oh-so-close-but-oh-so-far from falling out, the tooth behind it getting bigger and bigger... I had it on my calendar to call the dentist today to have them take a look and take appropriate action. Read: pull it out. And, 10 minutes after I dropped my kid off at school yesterday, an email from her teacher read, "Sammi finally lost her tooth!" Hooray! No dentist!!
But no gap.
Eh, it's okay.
Oh, and the Tooth Fairy? She's going broke. Nearly claimed bankruptcy lastnight, too. Sammi and I put her tooth in the little purple velvet pouch specifically for that purpose, placed it under her pillow, and off to dreamland she went. And, after watching TV for a while, off to dreamland I went. If it weren't for an unusual 4:30am waking by her, asking about the Tooth Fairy coming, and if it weren't for my sudden realization that I'd forgotton to make my contribution to the cause, and if it weren't for my quick thinking to smoothly reach under her pillow and palm the bag, running downstairs for my wallet, replacing the goods with the dough and smoothly returning it under her pillow with a kiss on her forehead and a "goodnight, baby...", she would have woken up very, very disappointed an hour and a half later.
But... I got lucky. And she awoke at 6am, thrilled to find a crumpled $5 bill in the pouch. Yes, yes, yes, you read it correctly. I give my kid five bucks. And the only reason is that she still has no concept of the value of money. I look at it as a bit of a savings plan. And what about the moment when she does realize the value of money? Well, perhaps there may not be quite as many teeth left for the tooth fairy to pay ransom for.
And, in the meantime, the parents of all the other kids at school hate me and my own personal version of the Tooth Fairy. ;-)