Owen lost his first tooth! And he went big. No piddly warm-up baby bottom tooth. Straight for front and center.
It's been loose for months, so I've had plenty of time to prepare for this event, but it was still a little dagger to my heart to see Owen without a front tooth.
"Please [Owen] leave tooth." He's going to be a sentimental hoarder. And he comes by it honestly since I never let the Tooth Fairy take my teeth either. I read one book as a child about how the Tooth Fairy liked to use the teeth she gathered to pave the roads in Fairy Land and found that to be an unacceptable use of precious dental resources.
He was lit. Up. I read to him and put him to bed, and he could barely stop beaming that sweet, new little snaggletoothed smile.