The Lost Tooth Club

There is an elite social stratum in first grade called "The Lost Tooth Club." Noah has been discouraged all year because he has not been able to write his name on the poster hanging on the wall in his classroom and become a member of this club. He is 6 1/2, and he just lost his first tooth the night before school started after Christmas Break. He was so excited to write his name on the poster. I think he is our child who was the oldest when losing his first tooth. He has been asking us for years if he had a loose tooth yet, and we always told him "No. Sorry. Not Yet." And then he had one tooth that started to get wiggly.

Noah had heard Abram talk about the time he lost a tooth by eating an apple. So Noah starting having apples for snacks and frequently as possible. And then he was successful one night. He was cheerily eating his apple at the bar, and he turned it around for me to see, and he calmly asked, "Mom, is it OK if my apple has some blood on it?" I knew it was almost time for that tooth to come out. One look told me it was time to call in the parent who can handle bloody situations. Mark came into the kitchen, and took Noah upstairs, where a little bit of floss helped that tooth come right out.

And then the best part. "Mom, you know that I know that the tooth fairy is not real, so will you just put the $2 in my bank account?"

Noah got to write his name on the poster at school. There were 7 other kids who lost teeth over Christmas Break, so Noah had much to tell when he came home from school that day.