Now He Believes

I think getting Dawson to lose his first tooth has actually been more difficult than giving birth. He has been terrified for a good five weeks since it first became wiggly. We have tried everything to convince him how great it would be: we told him about the tooth fairy, we told him about the money, we promised him ice cream and candy and anything else he loves. Nope, he wasn't going to have it. He said he didn't care about the tooth fairy and that she could keep her money. He just wanted to not eat, not brush and wait for it to "get stuck" again.

Well, last night was finally the night. I went to brush his teeth and it was literally laying sideways. I brushed against it and it fell into his mouth. All of a sudden, "Wow, that didn't hurt at all!'' "Look, it's not even bleeding." "Aren't I brave?!" It was like I had a different child in front of me. Then this morning he wakes up and comes running out of his room with the money from the tooth fairy and exclaims, "Now, I really do believe!"

Let's see how true that is when the next tooth starts to wiggle. :)