So I let him know it was OK and sent him back inside. Not 10 minutes later (more like 5 minutes) he's coming outside and his tooth is OUT! He's got it in his hand and the tiny little socket is bleeding. Even our friends who were over were surprised, so I know I wasn't the only one in disbelief. Of course, the wine we were enjoying helped suspend the reality of the situation for a few minutes, too.
|Look Mom, no tooth!|
He proudly and gently declared, "My very own tooth fell out!".
For the kid who has done just about everything later than his sister and some of his peers, he just lost a tooth one full year and change earlier than his sister did.
There is no evidence that he was hit in the face, that he bonked his mouth with something, or that there was any outside influence in dislodging the tooth. It really just fell out on its own.
I scrambled and luckily found a new toothbrush in the bathroom and wrangled up two quarters and wrote a note from the Tooth Fairy. I took pictures. We Skyped my mom this AM to show her. I'm still shocked. It's like that tooth represents a little bit of his youth, his innocence, his babyhood. He still has his toddler lisp, still wears diapers to bed, and still needs help getting his shirts on in the morning. He's still my little baby. But now, he's hit a milestone that I just wasn't prepared to meet.
|My very own tooth fell out!|
Maybe it was his way of keeping up with his sister who lost her sixth tooth this week.
|I'll lose a tooth, just you wait Big Sister!|