It dawned on me last week what really bothers me. I mean what really really disgusts me. It's totally nasty. I know, now you're curious. "Hmmmmm, what is it that really grosses Sharon out?"
When I look back on years of possible reasons for disgusting-ness, things come to mind... I've been pooped on, peed on, spit on (all of these by our babies and animals). I've had Tucker lick me upside the face after eating a ton of clover (which makes horses drool this nasty green splodge, by the way), and that didn't even bother me as much as what really grosses me out. I've watched the miracle of lambs being born and then the ewes eating the afterbirth as one of our sons just about tossed his cookies over it. I've sat on and fallen in all sorts of I don't even want to think about it around here. Even the smell of rotten eggs exploding in a nest that had been abandoned didn't disgust me as much as this.
Are you curious? Did I peak your interest? Well, here goes the confession. I think one of the most disgusting things to witness...to have to endure watching...is a child losing a tooth. There, I said it. It's true. I can't stand it.
Young'un has been hanging on to some of his baby teeth for just about forever it seems, to the point where the dentist was discussing what to do with them wearing down and not falling out. He (Young'un, not the dentist) has now tortured me with the expellation of teeth twice in the past week. I've had to watch him stick his hand in his mouth to twist and turn a tooth. He has flicked at it with his tongue, trying to dislodge the one little piece that was still hanging on. I've had to listen to the play-by-play of how the loosening of a tooth has been going, and watch him rinse the blood off his fingers yet again. I finally suggested the old string and doorknob thing just to get him to try a different tactic, but he wouldn't have it. It seems he remembers me telling Kid years ago that if a tooth was taken out in that particular fashion the Tooth Fairy would not pay up. Gesh, the things they remember!
Earlier in the week when Young'un finally wiggled the loose tooth out and showed it to me, I was so happy! Finally it was over. He could wash his hands off and stop making me want to throw up. He could put that little nothing of a tooth in a baggie and stick it under his pillow for the Tooth Fairy. I thought I had a reprieve. Well, as soon as he got himself cleaned up and stopped spitting out blood he said, "Hey Mom, guess what?" To which I of course said, "What?," and he answered, "I have another loose tooth!" Oh, the joy.
Today Young'un decided it was the day to go back to sticking his hand in his mouth to wiggle his tooth this way and that. He did the tongue flicking at it thing, too. He even moved on to swishing water around in his mouth to get it out. Well, after trying to teach him his lessons while not gagging at the tooth extraction process, he finally achieved his goal. Next thing I knew he had a little slip of a tooth grasped between his fingers as blood ran down his chin. Gag!
So, there you have it folks. Young'un has found much joy over the past week in not only losing a couple of teeth, but making his mother want to puke in the process. You have also learned one of those little things that have a big impact on my stomach contents. The latest tooth offering is happily sitting under his pillow in a little baggie awaiting Tooth Fairy extraction, while Young'un plots how he is going to catch the Tooth Fairy this time. Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.