That came and stole the baby I once knew?

I knew he was growing up.  Really, I did.  I mean, he started kindergarten this year, for goodness’ sakes.  And he can read Dr. Seuss to me.  I saw it coming.  Really, I didn’t blink.  Not once.  And when he told me he had two wiggly teeth I rejoiced and begged him to let me “mess” with ‘em.  He was so determined to bask in the glory of being “the one” to be doing something that got everyone’s attention for once.  Oh, my Middlest, he wouldn’t “just pull them.”  He was determined to ride it out in all it’s loose-tooth-ed glory.  And now that he’s lost 2 teeth in 24 hours he looks like the different child that he was already becoming.  It’s just visible now.  More evident.  Such a reminder.

This was to be a funny follow-up post to the last.  I was going to post the cute pictures and tell Brenda that was the greatest idea I’ve heard yet.  And post his sweet hand-written letter that he asked me to spell each and every word on.

I was gonna dog on the tooth fairy again and let y’all know she came through.  Just before she started those dirty dishes and sat down at my computer.  But as I sat here looking at his picture and contemplating a title, I realized I was struck solemn.

My sweet Middlest.  My athletic, arms swinging, “watch this”, treaty-bird, cute talker, late walker, snaggle-toothed, surfer-dude, blue-eyed baby.

May the song of your heart for this short season be wonderfully “All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth.”