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One Down Nineteen to Go!

Despite all our protests, our little guy is growing up; he lost his first tooth yesterday. He discovered it was loose in his usual dramatic fashion. He bumped it with the toothbrush, noticed it was not behaving as a tooth should, and assumed he'd damaged it. Then he freaked out. He was sobbing hysterically and kept asking me when it would stand up again. I finally realized he had a loose tooth--duh! Then all it took was one small comment about the tooth fairy bringing money, and the tears instantly turned off. He was excited. Of course the next few days were interesting. He was extremely sensitive about what he would eat or even try to eat. I had no idea you could cut a McDonald's hamburger into so many tiny pieces. I had no idea someone would consider a McDonald's hamburger softer than bread. Well, maybe I should have known that; those kid burgers are disturbingly soft.

The first night he asked me if I was excited about his loose tooth. I answered, "Yes and no. Yes, because it means you're growing up! No, because it means you're growing up." It's a little sad knowing that for the next 6 or 7 years, instead of smiling at me with all those cute miniature corn kernel toddler teeth, he will most likely be smiling at me with a set of pre-pubescent hodgepodge over-sized misshapen Chicklet teeth. Then he asked me what the tooth fairy did with all the teeth she took. I told him she uses them to build new kids. He hasn't asked any more questions about the tooth fairy. But now I find myself a little disturbed with the whole tooth fairy thing. I keep picturing her in some dark cave with millions of tiny teeth all around her. She's slumped on a chair building some sort of monster child with a lot of teeth. Very creepy.

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