It finally happened tonight... After more than four months of waiting (starting before Thanksgiving) your bottom front tooth fell out.
This tooth has been loose so long that we named it - Mr. Wigglesworth. For months, I thought that one good sneeze would send it flying across the room, it was so loose. But you wouldn't wiggle it AT ALL. In fact, I threatened to take you to Dr. Mark and he would CERTAINLY pull it out. And we went and saw Dr. Mark... And he did NOT pull it put. (Note to Mommy for future reference: have a private conversation with Dr. Mark in advance about Mommy's expectations.)
So we were at Culver's tonight having dinner. You bumped it on your straw... And *plop!* out it came. That was it.
You called Papa and Grandma to share your big news. Best of all, Uncle Paul was at Grandma and Grandpa's tonight, so we Face Timed with them and got to show them your big news.
Another baby tooth bites the dust. But I love your snaggly, Jack-O-Lantern smile!
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