Shef came running into our bedroom the other day, shaking Dan awake.
"I have a loose tooth!" he whispered urgently.
He's six-and-three-quarters, and he's been waiting intently for this moment.
Seconds later, he burst through the bathroom door to give me the news. I took a break from brushing my teeth to hug him in celebration.
Later at breakfast, I asked him to show me the wiggle. "Here," I said, reaching my index finger toward his lips. "Let me feel."
"MOM," he scolded, stepping back. "I don't want you sticking your finger in my mouth."
I guess that's fair. He blogged about The Wiggle here.
I'd like to see that tooth when it comes out. Take a photo please.
ReplyDeleteOr a movie of someone yanking it out would be really good.
Oh Sheffield.
ReplyDelete"shaking Dan awake" is not entirely accurate. "Tapping lightly and then scaring the H-E-double hockey sticks out of Dan" would be more accurate.
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