Apparently I had forgotten to tell Ben that his baby teeth would fall out and that he would get new ones. In the middle of the night, he came into our room.
“Mommy! Please wake up and brush my teeth. Something is really wrong. It feels like my tooth is falling down.”
“Oh, Ben—that’s okay—that’s what your teeth are supposed to do. I don’t think we ever talked about this. The teeth you have now are your baby teeth and they fall out because you have new, big teeth that are coming up and pushing the baby teeth out. That’s your first big tooth that’s coming in.”
“No! I don’t want a big tooth!”
“Why not?”
“Because it won’t match!”
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