Anders’ first tooth fell out today at the park. He came over to me saying, “My tooth is really, really, really, really, really, really loose!” Dad got him to show him, and while his finger was on his own little tooth, Dad gently knocked Anders’ hand, and surprised them both that the tooth fell to the grass!
He was right! It was really really loose.
I absolutely adore kids with their teeth missing! One of my favouritist stages. And when waiting for them to fall out, I enjoy reading “One Morning in Maine” by my favourite children’s author/artist Robert McCloskey.