Tooth #2... GONE!

Another choked up moment today. Ethan calmly walked up to me and said, "Here, this is for you" as he dropped his second little tooth into the palm of my hand. I knew this would be happening any day now because the poor tooth was so darned loose I thought if I just touched it it would fall out. I haven't even had the chance to see him with a gap there because his two permanent replacement teeth are already halfway out! But that comes as no surprise to me. The same thing happened to me when I was little. In fact, I had a lot of my baby teeth pulled because they just refused to come out. I'm actually really happy they are both out because we do have semi-annual dental appointments this Thursday and I wouldn't even want to broach the subject of teeth pulling. I won't do it unless it is detrimental.

Anyway... Ethan is asleep right now... his little tooth securely under his pillow... hoping for a visit from the Tooth Fairy tonight! Okay... off to shed another tear or two... how on earth could he be getting ready to celebrate his 7th birthday? How?