There were boisterous and plenteous cheers and high-fives around the table. Punch glasses filled with juice clinked as toasts were offered to commemorate the occasion. Songs erupted and were accompanied by the accordion and the piano, as well as spontaneous outbursts of dances involving high kicks and our version of the Harlem Shuffle. Phone calls spreading the joyous news were placed to dad who was working late and Grandma Swanson. We all huddled around him and oohed and awed at the tiny tooth delicately held in his five-year-old hand, entering into his excitement, proclaiming him a "big boy." As the tooth disappeared under his pillow, we were told to sing, "Happy Birthday dear tooth." After all, it isn't every day that you lose your first tooth.
"I lost my tooth."
"Are you so surprised?"
"Will the tooth fairy give me coal?
Maybe a ball because I am medium-sized good and medium-sized bad.
Will I get it back?"
"Russell! Russell! Yay, Russell!"
2 comments:
yay! exciting day! :)
How exciting! Our oldest has two loose teeth on the top, but they just don't want to give up hanging on :)
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