So, the girls came down and got ready for breakfast (cereal with apples). Felicity and Elizabeth started on their cereal, and I left to use the restroom quickly, while Amythest took a bite out of her apple, and suddenly...
"My tooth is loose!" Amythest said worridly (she didn't know that baby teeth fell out, nor did her siblings). "What's wrong with me?"
"I'm sure nothings wrong with you," Felicity told her. "I'll go get Mom."
"So, you have a loose tooth I hear?" I said softly to Thistle. She started crying.
"What's gonna happen to me?" She sobbed.
"Nothing! Loosing your baby teeth is normal. Everyone does it. That just means your big, permanent teeth are coming in. Looks like you're the first to have a permanent tooth!"
"Yes, really," I told her.
"Yay!" Thistle jumped up in happiness. "I'm not weird! I don't have to have surgery!"
"That's great!" Lizzy said, coming up to hug her sister. Teetee (in the backround) stayed quiet, looking a little upset.
"I'll pass," Teetee mumbled, leaving.
"Why's she upset?" Thistle whispered, her lip beginning to quiver again (she hates it when her sibling are sad/angry/unhappy).
"I'll talk to her," Lizzy promised.
"What's wrong?" Lizzy asked sensitively.
"She's the youngest!" Teetee told her angrily. "I'm the oldest, I should loose a tooth first! It's not fair!"
"We all grow at our own pase," Lizzy reminded her. "C'mon, Mom always told us that. We'll loose our first tooth soon."
"I want to loose mine now," Teetee complained.
"You can't," Lizzy told her firmly. "That's a fact, facts can't be changed. So, come on, congratulate your sister. It makes her sad that your upset."
Teetee stiffined a moment. "I suppose your right," she murmered after a moment of silence, and followed Lizzy back to where Thistle was waiting.
"Of course!" Thistle said, sounding relieved that Felicity was OK.