Hubs picked Nick up from school today. At first the 5 o'clock pickup went as per usual. Hubs began gathering Nick's belongings from his cubby and asking Nick about his day, except today Nick wasn't talking.
Hubs: "How was your day, Nick?"
Nick: looks away, ignoring Hubs (in his less verbal days, this was the norm)
H: "Did you have a good day?"
N: nods yes, looks away
H: "Nick, are you all right?" (growing concerned)
N: lips clamped shut
H: "Nick, have you got something in your mouth?" (now certain something is up)
N: shakes head for no and covers his mouth
H: "Open your mouth"
N: shakes head for no
H: "We are not leaving until you open your mouth. Now. Open. Your. Mouth."
N: opens mouth for Dad to see
H: "Nick. What happened to your tooth?"
N: "It came out in my hand."
H: "And what did you do with it?"
N: "I throwed it away in the garbage."
Hubs and 2 teachers then proceeded to pick through the trash until one tiny baby tooth was recovered for the tooth fairy.
A childhood milestone... and one (or two) parenting mistake(s).
1. We never realized he had a loose tooth, or two!
2. We never talked about the whole losing-baby-teeth-and-big-teeth-growing-in thing.
I sorta thought we had another 6 months or so before this would happen (*sniff* my baby is growing up!). Apparently I was wrong and fell asleep at the parenting wheel.
I can only imagine how confused and perhaps a little afraid Nick must have been all day. He probably thought he did something wrong, was going to get into trouble for coming home missing a tooth, or whatever wild imaginative things a 5 year old can dream up. So he told no one and tried to hide it.
This evening we made a big deal about becoming a big boy, growing new teeth and, of course, the tooth fairy. Suffice it to say, we've now had our tooth-talk, albeit a little late.