So this morning, Deanna* came scurrying off the bus, straight down the hall to me.
Deanna* Ms N, Ms N! Look at my tooth! It's nearly out!
Me Wow, Deanna. There's only a little thread holding that in your mouth. Maybe you better go to the nurse and get a tooth necklace--you don't want to lose that tooth!
Two minutes later:
Deanna* Look, Ms N! My tooth is out! It's in this pretty little carrier!
Me Well, keep it safe all day today, sweetie. You want to be able to leave it for the tooth fairy tonight.
Deanna* Oh, the tooth fairy doesn't come to our house. My Mom is the tooth fairy. She keeps ALL of our teeth. It's pretty disgusting.
Me Oh.
*Deanna is, of course, not this missing-a-front-tooth-Kindergartener's real name.
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