Like, literally – not even five minutes ago, Big lost his first tooth.
The tooth was wiggly for a while and I was hoping it would stay that way for even longer. I knew his whole face would change; as in he’d start to look older. I wanted to hold on to his baby face for as long as possible.
In contrast, he couldn’t wait for it to come out! He wiggled the hell out of it until…well, until this:
Now he’s done this:
He’s very cleverly put the tooth in an envelope so that the tooth fairy can find it easily and leave her deposit.
In other words, if you need me, I’ll be digging through pockets and searching the cars.
Who carries cash these days?
UPDATE: A friend has informed me that front teeth require a more robust deposit than what pockets and cars could ever yield; so if you need me, I’ll be at the bank.