Max has lost his first tooth. He spent Wednesday night twisting and pulling and wiggling his tooth until his mouth was a bloody mess, but the tooth wouldn’t come out. He started to cry in frustration and so we told him that he couldn’t play with his tooth any more that night. The next night, after Awana, he immediately ran to the bathroom and started playing with his tooth. Toby and I were talking about something and didn’t notice what he was doing. We wanted to avoid the tears and blood (no sweat) of the previous night, so when we did notice what he was doing we told him to stop. But he had news for us. The tooth was already out. He had quietly plucked the tooth from his mouth and was examining the new hole in his mouth. I can’t believe how small that tooth is.
