I’m sure you knew which child this post was about just by that title, didn’t you?
Ever-loving John Paul was sta-oked about his first wiggly tooth. He proudly showed it to the dentist at his check-up. He stopped random people to tell him the first tooth was nearly a goner. He fiddled and whiddled and twirled that tooth until it finally met its destiny.
The black hole.
Yep, he proudly bounded into the living room one night to declare he had lost his tooth, grinning from ear to ear. When we asked where it was, he shrugged and happily shouted, “I don’t know!” Well, at least he wasn’t heartbroken over the deal. Fortunately the tooth fairy believed his older brother (to this day Will is the only one who actually saw the lost tooth). My guess is that they were rough housing and it got swallowed.
One will never know.
Congratulations John Paul on losing your first lost tooth. I would expect nothing less from you, my man.
Oh, and wiggly tooth #2 is hot on its heels. I’ll keep you posted if we actually SEE this one.