Picture this: Jacob with his two front teeth (on top) missing. He arrived home from school on Friday to show me the tooth adjacent to his already-missing teeth was all-of-a-sudden loose. Apparently, a boy in his class accidentally knocked Jacob in the mouth with his head, sending his tooth on the fast-track to Tooth Fairy Land.

On Sunday evening, as I was making dinner, Jacob came barreling into the kitchen with a horrified expression on his face and blood dripping down his chin. The pickel he had been crunching caused his tooth to come perilously close to falling out; it was literally hanging on by a thread, er root. Being that my fear of bloody loose teeth is akin to my fear of worms, I sent him off directly to find his father.

I could hear a lot of commotion in the bathroom, many pleas of just let me pull it out!, followed by the most toe-curling cries of don’t touch me! Seriously, my heart went out to my freaked-out son, but his equally freaked-out mother wasn’t about to go anywhere near that tooth!

Long story short, after MANY tears, the tooth finally fell out. Whew!

So now Jacob has THREE missing teeth on top. All in a row.

Well, you know the story can’t end there.

Last night he showed me a loose tooth on the bottom.

And today it fell out.

I’m beginning to think I know how we might get out of debt. Seems Jacob has a very lucrative mouth, and the Tooth Fairy is gonna have to fork over some major dough.