A cockatoo called Horse

Today, before the huge dust storm had a chance to really arrive, the kids and I went to the shops. The main intention was to visit the bank, but we also returned with sushi for lunch.

After eating his sushi, Boy Two went to the kitchen to have a drink of water. Suddenly, he was sounding a bit panicky and saying something about his tooth. Now, this particular tooth was so loose that we’ve been expecting something to happen every time he eats anything. So Boy One and I went to see what was happening. There was a space where that tooth had been. There wasn’t even any blood (his first lost tooth had been very messy). This tooth had released itself so cleanly that there was nothing to clean up at all… not even a tooth. We looked around where he had been eating. We looked in the cup he had drunk from - although it was a lower-gum tooth, so the chances of it being in the cup were next to impossible.

The only explanation we could come up with was that he had swallowed it while chewing on his sushi. It makes sense; it probably lodged in the sticky rice and slid down easily.

Being the thoughtful, sensitive mother that I am (note self-deprecatory sarcasm), my comment was “I’m not fishing in the toilet tomorrow!” His only concern was that he would still be paid for it. He didn’t appreciate my comment that the tooth fairy still acknowledges lost teeth (in case you missed the memo, he doesn’t believe in the tooth fairy any more).

That reminds me, I should check if he’s asleep; somebody has a delivery to make.