My youngest told me last week that his tooth was loose. So he tried wiggling it and it moved a little. The next day he said "mom my tooth is hurting and not falling out. Can you call the dentist, so he can pull it?" His older brother who is 7 had 2 teeth pulled a couple of months ago, so he assumed it was his turn.
I told my youngest we would call the dentist in a couple of days and I truly thought I would need to. The next day my son came to me and said with a toothless "mom where did my tooth go?" I was shocked that the tooth fell out on it's own and asked him where he was last He found the tooth in the bathroom. I was so happy for him as he was not going to have to have his teeth pulled. He was following in the footsteps of my oldest who lost her teeth on her own.
That night my son begged me to go to bed. He knew the tooth fairy was coming!
This event made me realize my last child was not a baby anymore. His first was my last first for the tooth fairy. What first or last things about your children have made you happy and or sad? Did any of them happen this week? Hug those kids tight, they grow up too fast.