Dee lost his first tooth!
He was eating his ritual post-lunch green apple. All of the sudden he jumped up exclaiming "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" He was too shocked to tell me what was wrong.
I couldn't figure out what was going on until I saw the bloody gap in his gaping mouth.
"Dee! You lost your tooth! So where is it? Uh oh. You really did LOSE your tooth!"
As we searched for a while I began to fear that he had swallowed his first lost tooth. Eventually we found it lodged in his apple.
It was almost as exciting as when he peed in the potty for the first time.
Or started walking.
Or smiled for the first time.
It makes me laugh to think how anxiously we waited for that little tooth to make its debut six years ago.
Now we celebrate as it falls out.
What a strange melancholy cycle parenthood is.