Last weekend, on my way home from the city I got a call. It was James, "I lost my tooth!" So exciting! He'd been wrestling with Daddy, bonked his head, and it fell out when he wiped his mouth.
Both top front teeth have been wiggly for what seems like forever. We were sure he'd be able to sing that Classic Christmas tune. Nope. Then we were sure he'd lose them before going back to school. Nope. But now he had finally lost one! Hooray! However, the remaining top tooth was actually the first of his teeth. The one he had sported on its own for several months as a one year old. And it now was super wiggly resulting in a funny look; we wanted it out.
The tooth fairy left two crisp dollar bills in the tooth pillow. James was super excited and ran into our bedroom early Sunday morning. "The tooth fairy came! The tooth fairy came! And it's still night!"
We tried. Just about every day, Dan and/or I tried to get James to let us yank that one goofy tooth out of his head. To no avail. This morning, while playing Lego and quarreling with (tackling?) John, we heard, "My tooth fell out! My tooth fell out!"
Praise. The. Lord.
Dan and I both ran jubilantly upstairs. While I tended to the bloody mouth in the bathroom, Dan searched for the tooth among all the Legos on the floor. Found it.
