Wiggly teeth

Brody bounded into the kitchen tonight and came to a sliding stop, exclaiming "I have a wiggly tooth!!" Internally, I shouted "FINALLY!" This is a really big deal. Two years ago, his friends started losing their baby teeth and Brody wondered when he would. A year ago, we asked the dentist if she had any idea when he may start losing them. She looked at his x-rays and estimated 7 or 7 and a half. Brody was devastated. 

I met Brody for lunch in the cafeteria last week and each kid in his class told me how many teeth they'd lost so far. Six, four, three, six, five, six, etc. Brody said know how many I've lost? Zero. Poor kid. 

So, like I said, tonight is a big deal. He called Mamie, Granny, Poppa, and Evelyn, who at age 5 has lost six teeth already. Then Brody wiggled and wiggled that tooth, ate an apple and wiggled it some more. He freed the back but the front was still hanging on... until Jacob caught him by surprise and pushed it with his thumb. You could see Brody's face register what had just happened and as he showed it to me, it looked like it was floating above the gum line. I squealed, covered my eyes, and sent him to Jacob. This is not my thing. Jacob had him pull one last time and it was out. Brody looked woozy for a second, swayed a bit, and then started talking a mile a minute about the tooth fairy. We went from discovering a wiggly tooth to finding a bag for the tooth fairy in just over two hours. 

As Brody went to bed tonight, Jacob asked if he was going to show everyone at school tomorrow. Brody said, well, a lot of them have already lost teeth too. Jacob asked, so it won't be a big deal to them? Brody replied, well at least I'm part of that group now too.

Finally!!