Dear Top Front Tooth,
You became yellow, then turned light brown. You died. Your death is truly a mystery to us. Emily has no recollection of causing you any trauma, but something happened. We do know it was a slow death though. Little by little, you dulled Emily’s smile and drove me absolutely crazy. What if someone thought I wasn’t taking proper care of my daughter? How dare you! The dentist insisted that there was no reason for you to go prematurely. Apparently you felt very comfortable with his advice, as you finally decided after about 18 months that it was perhaps time to move on. You had been loose for at least a month, but once again, didn’t move so quickly. I kept encouraging Emily to play with you, but not because I liked you. Truth be told, I couldn’t wait for you to leave! I was sure you would be gone last week, but to no avail. It was a whole week later and you still lethargically sat, light brown and dull. I challenged Emily to force you out and even made a few attempts myself. Though you proved to be stubborn, I was confident we could handle you. I guess I was right. It seems you grew tired of the fight and raised your white flag last night. Emily triumphed! A countdown at Emily’s request began the final exodus. I counted, “3-2-1 PULL!” She yanked down with authority, and there went the tooth flying across the table. We celebrated your departure and the tooth fairy continued the merriment. Though Emily looks like a Jack-o-lantern now, people will at least know I am not neglecting my child’s dental health.