Poppy lost his first tooth a couple weeks ago. He's been wiggling it since his last dentist appt. when she suggested it was loose. There are a lot of things I don't mind but baby teeth hanging by a tiny little root is not something I want to see, ever. Of course, he had to keep showing me how loose it was to gross me out! When it finally came out we were outside on the deck and he dropped it. The fact that it didn't fall between the deck boards is proof that God does indeed take care of babies and fools.
We had to call everyone he could think of to tell. His first call was to his cousin Andrew. The conversation was short but Poppy was happy he got to tell him.
When it was time to go to bed he wasn't nearly as excited about the tooth fairy coming to his room to take the tooth and leave him money. He's not crazy about mythical creatures sneaking into his room while he's asleep. I think if he would have had it his way we would have left it outside so she wouldn't have to come in.
The first tooth.
His 2nd tooth! Right next to the 1st. Very excited to get more money from the tooth fairy. He says the best thing about having 2 teeth gone is that he can fit a straw in there without biting on it! BTW, that's a snake on his face... scary!