Our life raising JR, our adopted miracle from Kazakhstan.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Last night, sitting in a local park enjoying water ice, JR came over and handed me a bloody biscotti (purchased to accompany his dad's coffee) and said "Mommy, my mouth hurts." Peering into his little bloody mouth, we saw that there was no longer a tooth in his bottom front. We searched near where he'd been sitting, but could find nothing. Tears were flowing. Luckily, his friend's big sister had the presence of mind to tell JR that it didn't matter if he couldn't find the tooth; all he had to do was write a note and tell her he'd lost it.
So last night we carefully placed the note under his pillow: "Dear Toothfairy, I lost my tooth. Maybe you can find it near the bench in the park."
By 5:00 a.m. this morning, the tears had dried and the gap-toothed smile was wide with the discovery of the toothfairy's payment in trade for the missing tooth.