The tooth fairy made a double visit the other night (amazingly, she remembered, maybe it helped that TheOldest said, as he went off to bed,”I hope she’s not too busy tonight.” Yeah, that’ll do it).
ThePrincess lost her second tooth and went off to bed.
But TheMiddlest couldn’t be outdone. They compete at everything. Even the loss of body parts.
And now TheFinalist wants in on the action. We’re pretty sure he’s teething. Yes, at less than 3 months old. He hasn’t read those baby books, obviously.
But then neither did TheOldest, who, by the way, is also checking his mouth as of late to see if he can score any more change from that ridiculous fairy. And BigMan doesn’t quite understand how all this teeth losing works. He keeps saying, “I fink I have a pop toof out, Mom.” Sorry, none such for you or my original big man just yet.
