"Mommy! Mommy!" a voice whispered from the foot of my bed.
I groggily answered, "What's wrong?" while determining that it was N standing there.
"My tooth is falling out of my mouth!" I squinted at the clock, and noticed it was 2 a.m. "N, go back to bed. I'll look in the morning."
I rolled over and went back to sleep, wondering what he was talking about, but being too tired to really care.
He has had a loose tooth for about 3 months, and we have wiggled it at teeth brushing time, but it hadn't noticeably loosened. Apparently something happened in the middle of the night, because the next morning N came into the kitchen bright and early with his tooth just hanging out of his mouth.
I asked him if he wanted me to pull it, and he did. I took a tissue, twisted one corner out, and then gave a another twist and tug, and it was out!
He was so proud and happy.
I was so proud and happy. My boy had just lost his first tooth, just one month shy of the end of kindergarten. He had watched his classmates all year coming in with stories of lost teeth, and now he got to share his own. I love those gap tooth smiles, it is one of my favorite stages of childhood.