Today I’m mourning the loss of the PCP’s first front and center tooth and, consequently, his forever changed smile. He lost a few teeth on the bottom over the course of the last year and those were all call for celebration. But this one is different.
I love every square inch of that child, but that smile with those sweet little pearly whites all lined up in a perfect row was one of my most favorite sights in the world. And knowing that I’ll never see it again makes me terribly sad.
I did manage to pull myself out of the doldrums long enough to craft an appearance from Pete the Pirate Fairy. Honey helped the PCP tuck his incisor into the “Tooth Chest” Mimi gave him last year (the impetus of Pete himself) and the sweet child fell fast asleep in spite of his best efforts to finally see the fairy at work. While Honey searched the house for a dollar bill, I set to work in the boys’ room. Pete’s modus operandi is 1) to leave the window through which he entered all askew, 2) to carelessly drop gold coin and treasure all over the room, and 3) to leave a pint sized note scrawled in pirate hand.
Seeing as we once again had zero cash on a tooth fairy night, Honey loaded up the chest with silver coins and batting cage tokens. The note read “John, Me Matey – I hereby pronounce ye ‘snaggle-tooth’. I hope ye love silver coin as much as we scallywags! Godspeed! Pete the Pirate Fairy”
(Yes, he’s sleeping in a polo shirt, strange child. A battle not worth fighting.)