He was eating lunch on the couch while we watched a movie. (A rare treat!) Suddenly he said, "Hmm. Mommy, my tooth came out." As calm as can be. I looked over and there it was - a bloody little tooth. On my couch cushion. Not on the plate he was holding. *sigh*
He complained that it hurt him a little, which is understandable. (I remember my gums being sore after losing teeth. Do you?) He didn't think a wet paper towel would help. But a nice cold soda? Definitely. (Another rare treat!)
He sure is proud. He likes to look in the mirror at the small gap, and he likes to be called "Jack-o-lantern". I didn't even know he had a loose tooth on the bottom!
I know it's silly, but I was almost a little sad holding that gross little tooth. I remember him growing that little tooth when he was a baby. I remember brushing that little tooth before bedtime. I remember him biting me with that tooth when I was nursing him and yelping out in EXTREME pain. Maybe I won't miss that little tooth all that much.
Well, the tooth is safely in it's mail box, waiting for a visit from the Tooth Fairy tonight. Excitement abounds.
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