We're on hour twelve of "Tooth Watch" at our house. A stubborn incisor refuses to give up the ghost, dangling precariously from the last remaining shard of a pediatric root. It came loose this morning and remains still.
The tooth is so loose that he can push it completely out of his mouth and close his lips around it. He looks like Aunt Mildred's snaggle toothed chihuahua. Poor kid.
The tooth fairy has been put on Defcon 1 alert.
Mixed bag. Every time he smiles I'm hit with two feelings: overwhelming joy from seeing him grow and dread from the certain bloodletting the orthodontists will demand from me someday.
Good times gentle readers. Good times.
1 comment:
So sweet! I never realized how much he looks like your wife. Hopefully he won't lose it and swallow it in his sleep tonight!
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