On It's Way Out

The boy is about to lose a tooth. At the age of half past 8, it's his 3rd one down. He's rather clueless about the whole process, and doesn't seem to know or care when he has a hole in his smile. Well, except that last one that needed pulled out. He was aware of that process, trust me. I think the entire dental office was aware.

The previous two were bottom teeth, and Micah's smile doesn't show his bottom teeth, so it really wasn't a big deal. But this 3rd one is a top tooth, and I'm a wee bit excited about how cute his smile will be with a hole in it.

Call me weird. Also call me grateful that this one didn't need professional intervention.


1 comment:

imbeingheldhostage said...

ow. I hate teeth-- especially when they require intervention :-(