At the end of what has proven to be an almost perfect day here under the Big Top, there will be a visit from someone light and airy and fluttering gossamer wings.
MY amazing, awesome, sweet baby boy lost his first tooth this evening during dinner. No, really. He LOST HIS FIRST TOOTH! He swallowed it. He then spent the rest of the evening pushing his tongue through the gap proudly proclaiming that today he is truly growing up. He also begged that we call his kindergarten teacher and everyone else at the school that he could think of like NOW! I distracted him with the great news that just because he lost that pearly white he was going to wake up the next morning to find MONEY under his pillow.
Is this a freakin’ awesome world or what?
So how much do you think that pink tutu-ed tooth fairy should leave the boy? How much are baby teeth worth in your neck of the woods?
How lucky this girl is.
