And I did stop by the store to pick up a treat:
And here's the happy boy to prove it, complete with grease stains and banana sticker on his shirt, and cinnamon sugar on his face. Klahs-see.
And I am still reveling in seeing my Big Baby Boy minus a tooth. One down, nineteen to go. I wonder how many of you will still be reading when my fourth child loses her last baby tooth? You are some faithful crowd, that's one thing I know for sure.
The wonder! The excitement! The never-ending drama!
And just to let you know, I am still holding out for the chicken.
For the record, it took six days for the tooth to move from 'wobbly' to 'out.' Leave it to a boy to beat my two week guess by ramming his head into another kid's body. All in the name of fun, of course.
The wonder! The excitement! The never-ending drama!
And just to let you know, I am still holding out for the chicken.
For the record, it took six days for the tooth to move from 'wobbly' to 'out.' Leave it to a boy to beat my two week guess by ramming his head into another kid's body. All in the name of fun, of course.
