He didn't even notice. It was just that I had looked at it 5 minutes prior and said That tooth is ready to fall out. Go on, give it a pull, that'll definitely come out. But he balked, claiming it was *too slippery*. Then he ate his bowl of cereal, and halfway through, came to tell me something and I noticed the gap.
Disaster.
Tears, a futile search in the bowl of nutri-grain. I knew instantly he'd swallowed it but he was so upset that we had to have a little look, just in case. Climber even checked under the table for us.
My suggestion that the Tooth Fairy might be able to fly down his throat in the middle of the night, if he left his mouth open, and retrieve it, just made matters worse and nearly caused hysterics. So in the end we said we'd write a note. And eventually, he started to cheer up.
Ironically, when Cherub had his wobbly about his wobbly tooth, this was the exact conversation we'd had, just before he went to sleep, because he was still in a bit of a state:
Cherub: I don't want to swallow my too-oo-ooth.
Me: Oh that hardly ever happens. Climber, how many teeth have you lost?
Climber: Umm...8.
Me: And how many have you swallowed?
Climber: None.
Me: There you go Cherub, nothing to worry about.
