Most of his tooth loss is accompanied by chaos. He lost one of soccer field and we didn't find it. He lost another on a soccer field and almost swallowed it. He lost another in the middle of the night. Long after I thought he was asleep he strolled in to our bedroom his mouth a bloody mess. I thought he fell face first into something. I also thought we should all be asleep.
He lulled me into a false sense of security when his most recent tooth loss took place during waking hours in our house. I ran in to appreciate the moment and share in his delight.
He was thrilled to hold out his hand to show me the teeny tiny tooth that would soon be scoring him some cash. My husband entered stage left and opted for some classic father son fake punching. Here's his blurry hand entering the picture.
|I like that he doesn't let the weeping affect his ability to display the tooth. It's important to not let your emotions prevent you from getting the job done.|
And then the game wasn't fun anymore.
|You disgust me. How could you:?|
Cue the flashlight. Cue all of us on our hands and knees crammed in a postage stamp bathroom feeling around on the carpet.