Last night, a seven year-old boy lost his first tooth! We had been prepping Caleb for over a year now about losing his first tooth. We bought a book and read it faithfully until almost memorized about a bear having a loose tooth. It was kind of funny, because Anna cut her first tooth at the same time that Caleb's first tooth began to wiggle! Caleb can tend to be a little squeamish, and he didn't spend time tugging on his tooth or trying to hasten its departure. Finally, last night, it was so loose, I begged him to let me pull it. I was afraid he would swallow it during his sleep! He consented, and it was hardly a tug on my part at all. It was ready! Out it came, and Caleb began jumping up and down!
And today, Daddy took him fishing for the first time! This boy is going places!
