The realities of losing baby teeth provide a bedtime story with bite

Bone shaking tales encourage my three year old to scrub his teeth clean

We’ve been reading a book called There’s A House Inside My Mummy each night before bedtime, a winsome tumble through the fact that people sometimes exist inside other people you know.

I don’t mind this book’s approach because it is adorable, and a useful way of explaining the inexplicable miracle of human reproduction through metaphor. It’s useful for me to learn as I have a habit of being altogether too literal. ‘You can’t fit a baby in there,’ he says, patting his mum’s belly, ‘it’s too small, you would be sore!’ ‘It is, a bit,’ we tell him, which is something the book doesn’t really go into, but we feel it’s worth being honest about, particularly in light of all the new noises his mum is making as she makes her way around the house.

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