JJ Lost a Tooth!

One Monday JJ walked out of school and declared that his tooth was wiggly. I didn't believe him until I saw him reach in his mouth and begin wiggling it furiously. Seriously? How did that happen so fast? Better yet, didn't he just get that tooth two months ago on an evening at home in Arkansas? We could see the little hit of pokey white things. I know, I know- it's just a tooth, but suddenly my baby is losing his "baby" teeth.
Every day I'd pick him up and he would show me how much loser it was. Every night I thought we'd lose a tooth. I wondered what he would do because last Spring when he learned about losing teeth he was terrified. He didn't want his tooth to fall out. He didn't want the tooth fairy to bring him money. He didn't want a hole in his mouth. How would he eat food? I'm so glad that God held off till he was ready- it made having a wiggly tooth much more fun.
Oh. And. Let me clarify. It was wiggly. Not loose. He couldn't get the concept of loose. Don't know why, but he insisted it was wiggly. :)

He happened to be out of school that Friday. We did our errands to and JJ asked if we could then get a bagel from St. Louis Bread Co. (I remember when he used to describe bagels as a big donut- see? He's growing up!) We were coming out with a bag in our hands. Silly me didn't think about it being lunch time. The craziest time at that place, where people aren't so friendly b/c they are on a tight schedule. (especially at this location- I actually like the city one that was across from Hubby's old work place better!) It was a little chaotic so I didn't notice that JJ dropped behind until we were out from the crowd, which happened to be in front of outside seating. I turned around just in time to see his tooth flying around on his tongue. The look on his face was priceless. It took what seemed like hours for him to get the tooth out of his mouth. I'm sure the people eating their food thought he was getting ready to throw up since my hand was in hanging out in front of his mouth so he could spit the tooth out. He grabbed it out and turned to the people (yes, not his mom! :)

"I just lost my first tooth. I've never done that before!!" The nice couple who's table we had practically invaded began clapping for him. (Okay- she did. I think he did, but I'm pretty sure he may have been a little grossed out!) He ran away jumping around and pumping his fist "yes!!"

As we walked away I could hear the wife say, "how cute!" (Again, not sure the husband agreed) It made me realize once again that time flies. I don't know if they have kids but if they do, looking at their ages the kids may be in high school or college. I know that one day I will be sitting eating lunch not having to make sure everybody is settled and will truly miss these years. Sometimes in the middle of a chaotic moment, I'm ready for them to be done, but then I get a hug or an "I wuv you!" and frustration melts away. I don't want them to grow up. I love their sweet ages. I love that they forgive me easily. I love that I can fix anything with a kiss and a hug.

Congrats, Big Boy on losing your first tooth! I love your new smile!

(and the one right next two it is getting more "wiggly" by the day. Interesting considering it's the tooth that came in a few weeks after the one he just lost!)