Monday, December 28, 2009
My sons have turned competitive.
And it ain't pretty.
I blame their teeth!
Let me tell you all about it...
So, B-Man let me know about three weeks ago that he had a couple of loose teeth.
I obliged with the appropriate amount of enthusiasm... happily telling him that if he worked on it, maybe he could lose both of his teeth before Christmas. I thought that it would be quite fun for him to sing "All I Want for Christmas is my Two Front Teeth". How cute would that be?!
Little did I know that Bubba had a loose tooth as well.
He is not nearly the talker that B-Man is.
Well, two weeks ago, Bubba did the unthinkable.
He lost his first tooth.
Let the wailing and gnashing of teeth begin!
B-Man was so distraught that he did not lose a tooth before Bubba that I ultimately had to send him upstairs to his room for the evening to sulk. (Before you get all judgy on me, let me assure you that this was B-Man's choice following nearly thirty minutes of snuggles, support and attempts to stop the crying by me)
Our celebration with Bubba was somewhat subdued because of this.
We DID throw his tooth up on the roof- in honor of the Ethiopian tradition with teeth.
We DID have Bubba write a letter to the tooth fairy- letting her know where the tooth was.
The tooth fairy DID leave Bubba a couple of nice crisp dollar bills.
But, we did keep it subdued.
Well, two days later, B-Man lost HIS first tooth.
And being that he had no desire to be second best to his little brother, he went and lost his SECOND tooth two days later!
Obviously, B-Man decided that if he could not be first, he would be best!
We celebrated with more throwing of teeth on the roof... and more letters to the tooth fairy... and more dollar bills under pillows.
All of the while, this mommy is thinking.
What the hell am I going to do when my boys are teenagers?
And they like the same girl?
It's gonna be a blood bath in our home!