Well, huh.
Little buddy lost his front tooth.
'Bout time. He IS seven. I was starting to worry since my niece, who is almost an entire year younger than Ethan (to the day) has lost both of her front teeth, but Ethan's proving he won't reach adulthood with his baby teeth.
I gotta say, this kid can walk around with a tooth hanging by a thread longer than anyone I know. I mean, he turned it around completely just to gross me out, but still it hung on for dear tooth life.
Nastiness. Something about teeth gives me the heebs.
I couldn't even try and pull it out. I just kept yelling "Go pull that thing!" and "You're so gross!"
Which only made him want to do it more.
The only reason I'm really blogging about it is to remind the Tooth Fairy she needs to show up tonight. On time and not all sneaky-like in the morning.
In case you haven't heard, we have a really crummy Tooth Fairy.
And some pretty whacked lost-tooth experiences dating way back.
Here's hoping she can deliver the goods!
