Monkey has passed six-and-a-half and is headed into six-and-three-quarters territory. In kindergarten, he was one of the smallest kids in the class, and one of the few who didn’t lose a tooth during the year. This was a source of great sadness for my boy.
So when he told me he had a loose tooth, a few weeks ago, we were all delighted. Of course, this “loose tooth” moved about a hair’s breadth in either direction, provided that you were pushing with all your might. That was fine. And then yesterday he told me that it was REALLY WIGGLY, and I watched as he easily made the tooth flop back and forth.
And then I saw… something else. There is no describing the joy and celebration that ensued when I informed him that—just like his sister before him—he has joined the ranks of the fearsome sharks.