There was a time when that boy was only five, had holes in his jeans, dirt on his feet, and mouth of snaggly teeth.
Granted, he still has holes in his jeans, and his feet are pretty dirty, but he has more teeth than he did. And he's certainly not five anymore, more's the pity.
We've never bought into the whole story about the tooth fairy. For one thing, I don't think it was worth Mom and Dad's time to convince us that the tooth fairy was a real person. And around here, if you loose a tooth, you're not going to get paid for it.
Still, I think there's a certain attraction in having loose teeth, especially for the little kids in our house. Fuzz, for instance, was a big one for regularly yanking out another tooth. Fro has been a close second. He's always had a mouth full of loose teeth and falling out teeth and holes where teeth have been. Currently he's growing out of that stage, but he still gets called Toothless by Dad every now and then.
Tooth extraction in the Clan is fairly straight-forward and simple. Pliers are saved for the truly desperate and truly brave. Most of the time, whichever six-year-old that has teeth falling out gets to work them loose on their own. This involved plenty of tongue-poking, finger-wiggling, etc. These teeth, by the way, are saved in little plastic bags and carried around for a few days before they get lost. No Tooth Fairies involved as far as I know.
Fro used to be one of the most toothless children in the Clan, but I think he's almost over that. Of course, having pulled all those teeth out, he has quite a few holes where the adult teeth haven't come in completely yet. But he's working on it. I think in a year of two he'll have a gapless smile. Anyway, he smiles just fine right now.
Happy Birthday, Fro!