Yesterday, we spent the afternoon/evening with friends. There were 29 children (from 5 families...adults were a wee bit outnumbered) and they were all playing various games both inside and outside. Such a great time!
So, Aaron is outside playing with a dozen children and comes running in the house and hands me his tooth.
Losing teeth has been a huge fear for him for a really long time. When he turned six, he said the only bad thing about turning six is that he would start to lose his teeth. For months, he has talked about it and we've reassured him it was fine. That tooth has been loose for a while, and he's avoided chewing with it as much as possible not wanting to make it "more loose-ish". A couple of days ago it became really wiggly and he was really nervous about it.
All of that and it was a complete non-event. He was very relieved to discover that it fell out, he handed it to me and that was it.
A while later, he came to me and said "I guess it's really official now. I'm really and truly a big kid 'cause I lost a tooth."
Now this morning, Parker keeps asking how many days until he loses a tooth and becomes a real big kid.
Aww, so glad it was a non-event! And, um, better keep pliers and Parker separated. Well, for all kinds of reasons, but especially the whole tooth-pulling attemps. Just in case!
ReplyDeleteI love your stories. You can always hear the joy, love and acceptance that runs through your family. Andrea
ReplyDeleteHe is a cute big kid! Glad he handled it well.
ReplyDeleteit's official, he's a cutie! glad this rite of passage into big-kid-hood went smoothly.
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