I cannot imagine without smiling the scene of a first grader whose tooth untimely falls off while reciting in class.
That was the experience described by my chrononaut earlier today. In one of her classes, her student was performing a self-introduction when the kid paused. A tooth fell and he proudly showed it to her. Not to willfully distract the class, the conversation was diverted momentarily by the now-toothless pupil. My chrononaut was laughing out of a jolly surprise. I would, too.
Being a grade school teacher for a long time, my chrononaut knows that first graders pass through this baptism of fire of losing their baby teeth. It is a milestone for parents. And she is fortunate to be a part of it when this occurs under her watch.
The first time our son's baby front tooth fell, both of us were in Tokyo. Only Ate Gingging was with him. We missed that milestone. But, hey, there are still opportunities to come for us to experience his other milestones. Say, his circumcision. Now that's going to be another (hopefully bloodless) story.
That was the experience described by my chrononaut earlier today. In one of her classes, her student was performing a self-introduction when the kid paused. A tooth fell and he proudly showed it to her. Not to willfully distract the class, the conversation was diverted momentarily by the now-toothless pupil. My chrononaut was laughing out of a jolly surprise. I would, too.
Being a grade school teacher for a long time, my chrononaut knows that first graders pass through this baptism of fire of losing their baby teeth. It is a milestone for parents. And she is fortunate to be a part of it when this occurs under her watch.
The first time our son's baby front tooth fell, both of us were in Tokyo. Only Ate Gingging was with him. We missed that milestone. But, hey, there are still opportunities to come for us to experience his other milestones. Say, his circumcision. Now that's going to be another (hopefully bloodless) story.
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