Zane was feeling left out. The Tooth Fairy has visited Morgan several times and it just wasn't fair. Last month he was eating an apple and said his tooth hurt when he took a bite. He had not one loose tooth but TWO. Oh the JOY!
A week later, he was eating a peanut butter sandwich and started crying. One tooth was tilted and blood was dripping down his chin. (Gross!) I told him to hurry and swallow his mouthful of sandwich so we could get the tooth out. (Not really safe when it's peanut butter but we were all in a panic.) He was crying and Morgan was screaming and I was trying to be louder than them both. Phew!
Almost exactly a month later, the second little tooth was ready. This time Zane reached in and yanked it out himself. No tears. All smiles.
My little boy is growing up!
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