Another red-letter day in the five-year old's world.
Or should I say, another day, another dollar?
The dentist warned us that this was happening, and here we are, living out her predictions.
Tooth number two---gone.
My kid is so funny about this stuff. I love him. I think he is a lot like me when it comes to his sense of humor.
He runs in the house, out of breath with a tiny little tooth in his right hand: Momma, momma look!!!!!
Me: OH. MY. GOSH!!!!!!! How did that happen?
He: Oh, Kevin hit me in the mouth and it just fell out!!!
Me: Huh? Wuh?
He: No, I mean, I was biting on a rock.
Me: A rock?
He: No. A box, I mean.
Me: Whu? Huh? Lemme take a picture!!!
I still have no idea how it realllllllyy fell out, maybe I will get the story later, but for now he is sticking with the biting on a box story.
All I know is that I need to scrounge up some quarters in preparation for this evenings tooth-fairy festivities!