I remember what a huge deal it was when Dylan got his first tooth. It seems like only yesterday.
Well, this afternoon he lost his first tooth. We were having some lunch when he told me it was loose, and twenty minutes later (as we walked around Matalan looking at church shirts) it was in his hand.
I have to say, there was considerably less drama with him losing it than there was when the first one came in!
Though it pains me to say this, I ALMOST wish I could stop the clock and keep my babies just a little bit longer. They are practically disappearing right before my eyes.
Tooth fairy duty tonight. This is almost as much fun as his first Christmas.