Jeffrey was complaining yesterday of his tooth hurting. He hadn’t fallen or anything, so I just figured we needed to make sure to brush his teeth twice a day and get the nasties out. Last night while was eating ribs, he was complaining again, but he kept eating. This morning, we were snuggling and watching cartoons when he mentioned it again. He said, “My tooth moved.” Now, this is the child who has had a “loose tooth” since he saw something on Arthur when he was 3. But since he had been talking about it already, I said, “Did it really? Or are you just saying that again?” He said, “It really did. See?” And he tried to show me with his tongue, but of course, his tongue was in the way. I just said, “I can’t see it. I think it will be okay.” Then I remembered that when I brushed his teeth last night, one of his front bottom teeth seemed like it had more space around it than usual. So I checked his front teeth, and one of them is loose! Jay was out running errands, so of course, I had to call and let Jeffrey tell him. Then we called Grandma and Papa. Then we watched Pokemon. And when I left to come eat breakfast and check email, he was still laying there wiggling it.
He won’t even be 5 until November.Is there a way to stop this whole growing-up thing?
I guess I can console myself with the memory of him sitting in his playroom yesterday singing “Skip to my loop, my darling.”