Following on perfectly from my last post, we are thrilled to report that after a whole month of wobbling and wibbling with finger and tongue Alby has lost his first tooth. Something he has told us about at least twenty times today in case the hole in his mouth wasn't evidence enough. God forbid we get distracted by the whole moving house ordeal (packers arrived yesterday and we've been battling boxes ever since).
For those who like the detail, Alby decided that sleep is clearly an over rated part of life. At 4am he started shouting for us - not as unusual an occurrence as we'd like, we generally find ourselves being summoned each week. This time however the call for "ANYBODY! ANYBODY! Was accompanied with "my tooth came out". What was he doing wobbling his tooth at 4am? How long had he been awake wobbling it? I dread to think. But it is out. He is happy and now eagerly anticipating the arrival of the magical, and very much real, tooth fairy. Sadly for him, he will not be getting the perfumed paper, mirror written messages from Fairy Midnight. I still feel somewhat disgusted that my mum was put through that ordeal with me. Such a cruel trick on a parent - as if just remembering to put £1 under the pillow wasn't enough!! Thankfully, Alby is all about the money and questions have been limited to just making sure his pillow is properly rewarded in the morning.
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