In which the tooth fairy will be coming to our house for the first time tonight

This morning when Connor woke up, he declared that his tooth was really, really, reallyreallyreally loose, and that it was going to fall out at any second.

So I convinced him to let me take a photo of him with all of his baby teeth one last time.



Can you see the loose tooth?  It's a little bit wonky, there on the bottom.

So he fidgeted with that tooth all day, and I told him that he could just tug on it gently, and eventually pull it out.  I saw him tugging and tugging on it, and finally he yelled from the other room,

"Mommy, my tooth came out!"

There was no blood, no tears, just surprise and excitement!

He said,  "I can't believe my tooth fell out!  Well, actually, I pulled it out a little bit."



He is so dang happy!  I think he feels like a big kid now.

He took that tooth and put it right under his pillow, even though it was the middle of the day.  I told him when I was little that the tooth fairy brought me a quarter or fifty cents for a lost tooth.  I asked him how much he thought the tooth fairy paid these days, and he said it was probably up to $1 or $2 by now.  Inflation, you know.

P.S.  The one right next to it is loose, too.