Up on the Roof (of her mouth)
December 31, 2011
My 6yr old has a molar coming in. God help us all. The girl talks enough as it is……now add a dental dilemma to the mix and I’m screwed. She has and will continue to ask 7,000 questions about how, why, when, and “IS IT IN YET?” until I throw myself on the ground and scream uncle.
“Mom, I think I have a tooth coming in.”
“Mom, it feels like three teeth, but it’s only one.”
“Mom, do you think other first graders are getting their molars in? Or am I the first one?”
“Mom, the tooth I showed you is on my right side….which is your left side….but it’s my right side. Isn’t that weird?”
“Mom, it is REALLY BOTHERING ME. I don’t like my gum flapping.”
“Mom, do you think my molar tooth will push my gums so far forward that it will end up in the front of my mouth? That would look really weird.”…..followed by shrieks and tears that her molar tooth growing in will result in her looking like a monster.
“Mom, do you have a flashlight? Can you look in the back of my mouth again and tell me if the tooth is all the way in? It feels different from a second ago.”
“Mom, do you only get molars on the top of your mouth? This tooth coming in is on the top of my mouth. So if you only get molars on the bottom of your mouth, we have a problem.”
“Mom…………is it in yet? Can you see the whole thing?”
She discovered her tooth coming through at about 6pm tonight. She asked all of these questions, including the pause for dramatic cries about the possibility of turning into a werewolf, by 6:22pm.
I’m just glad it’s her first molar making its appearance…….the fun has just begun.
