I've always beleived that Quinn would loose his first tooth when he was eight years old. As a baby, his teeth took forever to come in. In fact, the little man didn't get all his teeth until he was three years old.
Fast forward to Quinn at 6 1/2. A lot of his friends have lost teeth, some have even lost as many as SIX teeth already! Not Quinn. His teeth weren't even wiggly (hence why I thought he'd be eight before he lost one). I know his teeth weren't wiggly because last week I checked because the poor child was so desperate to loose a tooth.
Well yesterday I picked the boys up from school and Aidan said: "MOM! You'll never guess what happened to Quinn today!" I looked at Quinn, and saw a gap-toothed little monkey smiling back at me.
Apparently he was running at reccess, and his tooth spontaneously popped out of his mouth. Seriously, a previously un-wiggly tooth just up and fell out. Bizarre. Quinn immediately ran across the yard to Aidan to tell him what happened. Meanwhile the tooth in question was no where to be found.
Aidan took charge (surprisingly enough) and took Quinn to the office (because his mouth was bleeding) and had his friends search for Quinn's tooth while they were gone.
Well, the tooth was never found, but Quinn was DELIGHTED with the new hole in his mouth. Lucky for him the Tooth Fairy is very generous and overlooked the fact that there was no tooth under the pillow.
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