It’s Like Pulling Teeth!

Our baby isn’t a baby any more. He can dress himself. He can feed himself. He goes to school. He can read, write, and math. He can wipe his own butt.

Nothing shouts, “I’m not a baby anymore!” louder or more clearly than when they lose their first tooth. Where once they had a dazzling smile full of pearly whites, they suddenly have gaps big enough to fit a hockey player through. 

Mind you, when they smile at you and you see their missing teeth you can’t help but smile back. Their smile might become even more contagious than ebola.

Our baby had (notice the past tense) two, technically three, loose teeth. Two of his front teeth were fused together. Behind those two fused teeth was his big kid tooth coming through strong. He resembled a shark with a second row of teeth. The problem was that his big kid tooth was pushing his baby tooth forward instead of upward. It also seemed to be making the baby tooth next to it wiggly as well. Concerned that his tooth wouldn’t come out properly we called our dentist to have a look.

Watching Curious George on a tv mounted on the ceiling


I gotta give the kid props. He was excited to go to the dentist. How many people do you know who actually look forward to going to the dentist? Zero? And yes, he’s been to the dentist before. Twice before, actually.

Up in the chair he went. Around his neck went the bib. In came the dentist. He took a couple measurements of his teeth and the space in Bang’s mouth. He also noticed that the neighboring wiggly tooth was due to a second big kid tooth starting to push upward, though it hadn’t broken through yet. Then he gave the verdict…

Yep, they both needed to come out. Technically, all three since one is really two. He gave Bang the option. We could do it ourselves at home or he could do it there in the office. Bang opted to let the dentist remove them. Bang knew he’d be numbed. He wasn’t worried.

At first.

The dentist rubbed a numbing ointment on his gum first. Once that took effect he used a stronger numbing agent in needle form. Again, Bang was okay. I asked him if he wanted my hand and as best he could with his mouth numb and wide open he told me no.

Then the stronger numbing agent took effect and spread a bit as it was intended to do. That’s when he began to worry. The hygenist ask him if his lip felt like a bump. He responed with, “It feels like a big hill.” Needless to say, he didn’t like it. There may have been a few tears, but the dentist and hygenist were great with him and fed him constant reassurances and wiped his tears. I held his hand and talked to him. 

Then the teeth were pulled. I don’t even want to imagine the pain that would have been felt had his mouth not been numbed. The baby teeth were carefully placed in a tooth shaped container for him to bring home and leave for the tooth fairy.

I bet the Tooth Fairy leaves me a thousand dollars! 

Yes, we have a tooth fairy here. We also have a tooth guardian. It’s thumbsize pewter turtle with a guardian riding its back. The top of the turtle’s shell can be removed to place the pulled/lost/missing/yanked tooth for the fairy to find. 

Tooth Fairy pays well for first lost teeth. She pays even better when it’s two (technically three) teeth. And because he was such a trooper at the dentist, the Tooth Fairy also located the truck he (we) ordered on Amazon a few weeks ago that came this morning. 

I can’t wait to see and hear his reaction in the morning. It’s going to be as priceless as this smile…

Yes, he wore a tie to school today just because he wanted to…

Daily Random Acts of Kindess

Back on the second day of this month I wrote about a different kind of Advent Calendar. Essentially, instead of doing a Christmas count down with a tiny piece of chocolate each morning, we are doing a random act of kindness for each day leading up to Christmas.

So far we have:

  • Donated food to the food bank
  • Paid for the customer behind us at Tim Hortons (coffee shop)
  • Make friends with someone
  • We were generous with hugs and smiles
  • Donated coloring books and crayons to the dotctors office
  • Did chores without being asked
  • Delivered cookies to the RCMP (police) and Paramedics
  • Made homemade bird feeders for our feathered friends (and a couple squirrels)
  • Donated some of our toys
  • Called family members we hadn’t talked to for a long time
  • Rounded up stray shopping carts in a parking lot
  • Shovelled a neighbor’s driveway
  • Surprised the garbage/recycling collectors with a box of chocolates
  • Ran an errand for a friend
  • Write a nice letter and mail it to someone who doesn’t get much mail
  • Had a family fun night
  • Lent a helping hand
  • Volunteered at an event in our community
  • Chose our 3 favorite decorated houses and gave them a certificate
  • Baked cookies and shared them with the boys’s teachers and bus driver

Tomorrow we’ll be on the road travelling for an over-nighter. Crash has yet another oral consult to find out what can be done about his front tooth that has come in pointing towards the back of his mouth. Braces? Surgery? Something else entirely?

While we are at the hospital on Wednesday we will “candy cane bomb” as many cars as we can (64 since that’s how many candy canes we have). Each on has a Merry Christmas message taped to it and we’ll leave them randomly under windshields.

Then on Thursday we’ll leave money in vending machines so that when people go get a treat or drink they’ll find it’s already paid for.

Upon our return we will only have 2 more Random Acts of Kindness or, as Bang calls it, Random Actness Kindness before Christmas morning.

The whole purpose when we started this was teach the boys the true meaning of Christmas. It’s not about the gifts we’re going to get or Santa or Christmas lists. It’s also not about all the decorations or the sweets. It’s about being thankful for what we have. It’s being thankful that we are able to help others simply to make them feel good. It’s about the first rule of Christmas:

It is far better to give than it is to receive.

Bang took to it like a reindeer to flight. He was eager to help. If you could have seen him during the event where we helped serve 250 senior citizens turkey supper you would have seen him serving plates of food and later handing dishes over to be washed. While Crashed joined us and was eager to help he would still ask, “Do we get anything for helping?” No. You get thanked.

But it’s hard when you’re 9, I guess. To his credit, we have caught him doing more for others. Holding doors, helping others when he can, and attempting to think of others first. He’s made “gingerbread men” for the doctor(s) we’ll see tomorrow by drawing people on brown cardboard and coloring them. So we take our wins where we can. Perhaps he is learning after all.