Two days before his 5th birthday, and our oldest son lost his first tooth! It became a little loose a few weeks ago, but had, well kind of got un-loose, for lack of a better word. Today at the pool, he was chewing on a towel, and when I looked over, there he was being very stoic and trying to hold back tears. I walked over and he opened his mouth and there was blood with the gnarly tooth hanging from a tiny root (yuck!).
After Daddy came home from work, I loaded his tooth up with orajel and he allowed Daddy to touch it. Daddy barely touched it and it fell out. Grammie came right over and gave him some money and we further celebrated by getting ice cream with our neighbors.
Here he is putting his tooth that is in a baggie under his pillow.
And here he is ready for bed. Can you tell someone is excited?