Teeth don't know if they're coming or going around this house.
The tooth fairy* needs a rolodex to keep it all straight.
Jake, age 18, had his wisdom teeth out this morning.
(Yes, I still remember his first tooth and how proud I was of him and it when it first popped thru when he was 3 months old.)
Sam (age 6) just lost two teeth...no dentists involved. It's fun to watch as kids grow up, but I always feel a little sad because I remember those first cute tiny teeth so well, and how relieved "the baby" and I were when they first popped thru. Then they go and work so hard to get them to come out. Go and break a mother's heart, why don't ya, kid?
And this li'l hummer? Yeah. Gabe's in the process of cutting three teeth - all at the same time. He was quite crabby while waiting for his older brother to come out from under anesthesia.
*We talk about the "tooth fairy," but no one has ever believed in "her." I recently asked Sam if the tooth fairy had shown up. He said, "Yah, if you mean a toof faiwee dat wooks wike Dad and dat puts a dowwar under my piwwow...Yah. Da toof faiwee came."
It's so hard to talk without any front teeth.