posted on Sep, 21 2008 @ 02:24 PM
Holy Mackeral! (OK - there is no conspiracy and stuff, but a story none the less.)
This morning I was telling my son a story. We were in our familiar Sunday Morning story tellin' posture. I was leaning with my back against the
couch, my knees bent and my feet on the carpet. He was facing me. Laying on my lap his back laid against my thighs, his head resting on my knees and
arms strechted out holding my fingers.
Anyway. His very first loose tooth was wobbling badly! He was sitting there on me, and he said "Can you rip it out?"
I said "Nope. You need to do it Little Dude. Wobble it forward, then pull it to the side."
I no quicker said that than he pulled it forward, the pulled it to the side. His eyes opened wide, and I watched the tiny little tooth fall into the
crevice of my EAGLES Jersey. I lifted the tiny tooth up. He immediately (with absolutely no tears) ran around asking to call all of his friends to
tell them!
I have his first lost tooth in a safe place, and am gonna make sure the 'Tooth Fairy' visits him tonight.