Boy Child woke up this morning and came rushing in to my room to inform me that he, in fact, did have a loose tooth! Now mind you, this tooth wasn't loose yesterday, he just woke up and BAM! it was loose.

If you know anything about Boy Child's history with loose teeth, you know it is always incredibly traumatizing by the time the tooth is removed from his head. The Tooth Fairy gave him $10 for his first tooth because the ordeal was so painful and was just that, an ordeal.

Now, this sweet child spent his day wiggling and twisting this tooth with his tongue. The clicking it made was enough to drive anybody mad! I asked him if I could look at it, he yelled "No!"  the last time I did that I just yanked it out... WOAH! wasn't he pissed!
He would often leave the living room for lengthy periods at a time, returning to inform me that, "nope, it's still loose!"

He managed to eat a meatball sub for dinner and keep that nasty tooth intact; I don't know how he did it, but finally at some point he looks over at me and the look on his face just said it all! That crazy kid wiggled that tooth right out with his tongue!

He has his tooth all put away in an envelope (our ritual) for the Tooth Fairy tonight, he doesn't seem all that crazy about it like he has in the past and I'm beginning to sweat this a little bit.
Yes! I am very well aware that this child is only a month away from turning 11 and he still believes in the Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny and Santa Clause.

If he figures out there isn't a Tooth Fairy then that fluffy Easter Bunny won't be making its super secret appearance next month.
How will I ever get a chance to eat the ears off those delicious chocolate bunnies that are left for him?