Last night, while Magoo was in his bath and I was at the computer, I heard him call to me, "Mom!"
I didn't think there was danger, but there was urgency in his voice, so I hurried. When I opened the door he said, "My tooth came out!" And he held the tiniest little tooth in his hand. His first fallen tooth.
Of course, I was so excited I had to rush right out and get my camera!
Here it is. Don't you just love that macro lens!
I love that teeth are wiggly for awhile before they come out. That gave me time to stitch up a good tooth fairy pillow. I had one as a child, but I can't remember what it looked like. But here is Magoo putting his tooth - wrapped in plastic wrap - in the main pocket of his.
When he woke up this morning - at 6:50 on a snow day, thanks! - he came into my room with the pillow. "The tooth fairy didn't come," he said. I'm thinking, Crud, did the dollar fall out? But no, it was a misunderstanding. He thought the Tooth Fairy was going to bring him a big tooth to pop back into his mouth. When he understood, he was quite happy with the money.
Now I get to enjoy his gap toothed smile and marvel at how big he is!