Today, my little first grader, Josie, ran inside with her mouth bleeding. "Look, Mommy, my tooth fell out!"
I looked and saw that - at last - the lone loose tooth that had been hanging periously low for weeks now was gone.
She was so excited she didn't seem to care that the white colth I dabbed in her mouth was now covered in blood.
"I so happy....Now them mean kids can stop calling me names!"
"Do what?" I asked. "Who's calling you names?" I was getting upset. "What did they say?"
"Snaggle Tooth....You a old SNAGGLE TOOTH!"
"Awww," was all I could say.
Josie could see my concern, so she hugged me real tight and said, "It's okay, Mommy...Now them mean kids have to stop talking dirty to me."