I know it is completely superficial and just a milk tooth but I am pretty gutted that my little girl has a black tooth. Yes, it will fall out in a couple of years and the new one should be white. Yes, it is just cosmetic and functions as it should. But, yes, I am sad.
In September, she fell over and bumped her tooth. I noticed it darkening and I thought I was being paranoid but the next day it was obvious to Andy and my mum. The dentist took a look and said it was pretty strong and unlikely to fall out or darken. If we are lucky, it may lighten but never be as white as it’s neighbour.
It’s quite strange in a way because I had a grey tooth as a child. It was a milk tooth and it later fell out. I was on a beach in Thailand and as I ran along, I tripped over and caught it on a stone. One of the few on the sandy shore. It may even be the same tooth as Annabelle’s! I’ll have to find some childhood photos to see.
Do you think life has a pattern that is set to repeat itself from one generation to the next? I often wonder this because the kids sometimes do things that Andy or I did as a child and it is something we have never taught them. For instance, diving on pillows they have pulled off the sofa, lining toys along an edge, dislike of mushrooms. Is this all down to genes or is there a pattern of life that we will have similar experiences to our parents?
My mum started working at eight years old. She was a seamstress in a tailor shop and used to make herself dresses with the scrap material. In turn, at ten years old, I used to spend my school holidays working in my parent’s cafe. Do you think Annabelle might start working at 12 years old? Maybe she will be the next Zoella?
Have you had a similar experiences as your parents or have your children done something that you did as a child? Would you notice Annabelle’s black tooth if I hadn’t pointed it out? Let me know. Bx