Going, Going, Gone.

Yesterday morning I came downstairs to find Sam on the rocker, eating a banana. "Mom, when's my tooth gonna come out?" He asked. Well, it had been maybe 5 days since we noticed his bottom tooth was getting wiggly with it, so I took a looksee and sure enough the poor tooth was dangling by thread (or root). A couple wiggles later and a swift yank and the tooth was free! Sam was not happy until I told him he now had bragging rights at Church and the tooth fairy was sure to leave him a crisp, clean, new dollar bill under his pillow that night. Suddenly, losing his tooth was the coolest. Wish I could say the same as an adult . . . it's not.