Honestly, I don't remember it being this gross when I was a kid. Maybe that's because I was too excited for the tooth fairy and to come and I was the wiggler, not the tooth-puller.
You know, teeth don't just magically fall out. They wiggle and loosen until there's that one last piece stuck in your gums. That's when mom or dad, also know as the tooth-puller, needs to help it out. For some reason, I am the parent that is the tooth-puller. My husband said it's because his fingers are too big to get the teeth -- whatever the reason, I don't like it.
I didn't remember that losing teeth could be so bloody. I don't like having chunks of gums stuck to the newly extracted tooth, or having to clean out the hole left behind from said extraction. Also, in the process of getting ready to lose teeth, your mouth apparently changes. I started noticing a gap between my daughter's two front teeth and the adjacent teeth. Now that she's lost one of those teeth, she looks completely silly. I'm sure the next tooth won't be far behind.
Now, while I think this so kind of gross, my daughter is thrilled. The tooth fairy has visited twice now and she knows another tooth is not too far behind. She even requested that I take a picture with my phone to send to her grandparents, then she asked if I could put it on Facebook. *Sigh* She's really growing up.
Here's a peek at the notorious cell phone picture - it's not the best quality, but it gives you a visual of what I've been describing:
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