The most amazing part, to me, is that it happened without the influence of blunt force trauma. That darn tooth just came loose. The natural procession of things. One tooth moving out, making room for that adult tooth coming in behind it.
Which tooth?
The one on the left.
Remember that kid? Yeah, well, he has a loose tooth.
And while I don’t necessarily feel old over the fact that my baby has his first loose tooth, I do suspect that in the same moment that little tooth started to wiggle, a dozen gray hairs sprouted on my head and my boobs sagged another inch. The natural procession of things.
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