Well, after a long wait, Trevor finally lost the second top tooth last night. It has been pretty loose since he lost the first one back in December. I didn't think it would take over two months to lose the second one. But Trevor will never be that kid that yanks his own tooth out. The thought of pain paralyzes him. I don't know if it would be any worse or better to spring something on him, such as if I don't prepare him for the fact that he is about to get a shot or something at the doctor. He doesn't exactly trust me as it is, probably because I don't actually enjoy telling him if he is about to get a shot. As it stands now, he is at least 4 or so years from getting another round of boosters. But he is always asking if we go in to get a shot whenever we see the doctor. And then you take his teeth. This one was number 6, and none of them have been because he has wiggled them out. One even came out while he was telling a story, for goodness sake. As soon as it gets so loose it is about to come out, he doesn't want to eat, doesn't want to touch it, or anyone else for that matter. Eventually, on accident they all come out, but I had thought after that first one, it would get easier. It isn't crippling completely, but he just cannot get over the fear that it might hurt when it comes out.
Switching gears: I had a typical interaction with Gwen at my weekly volunteer at Trevor's school. I come to organize the weekly pile of papers that goes out to all the classes at school on Wednesdays. Gwen comes along with me, and she has developed a playmate in another girl that comes to help mom out as well. They both play with her princess dolls and the organizer brings cookies or muffins or something else that usually the girls take care of. Well, on Wednesday this week she brought Girl Scout Cookies, and Gwen's favorite kind are the Samoa's. I let her have one, and she came and asked me for one more. This is how she does it: "Please, oh please mama, can I have this cookie?" At that time I said yes Gwen, you can have one more. To which she says, "Oh THANK you mama! THANK you!" I honestly don't even really think about it when she says it to me, because she has no filter to use it when it would really get the most bang for her buck. "Mama, can I go to the bathroom? Please, oh please, oh PLEASE?" Anyway, it got a chuckle out of the parents as to how I could ever say no to a face like that. It's pretty easy, at least at this point. I have no doubt that she will learn to use it more sparingly and maybe then I'll be in more trouble. What kind of got me though, was that after I had told her that she could have just one more cookie, she came to me with another cookie in hand. Before she said anything, she looked at me and said, "Mama, don't say no, ok? You can't say no. Mama? Can I PLEASE oh PLEASE have this cookie?" It made me laugh because obviously she knew in her head that I was already going to say no because I had said the previous cookie was the last one. I guess that was a prime opportunity to test my consistency. Would I really hold to the "one more cookie" rule? For anyone keeping track, I did. :-)
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