So we're flying down the highway to Rosemary Beach, somewhere in the middle of Alabama, and the PCP announces from the backseat "something happened to my tooth." I can't help but groan and mutter in an unsuitably unkind voice (in my defense, I have been to the urgent care for stitches twice in the last month) "what now?"
Well, lo and behold, he lost his first tooth! With no sign or warning, the tooth just fell right out while he was snacking on an apple. And as the PCP rejoiced at this much anticipated rite of passage, my eyes were welling up at this consummate evidence that my baby is growing up.
You can bet your bottom dollar I'm going to be ready when the next one comes out!