Little and I were in the basement Thursday morning; I was changing the laundry and she was pulling the strings to turn on all the lights.  Or so I thought.  All of a sudden I heard her call out from somewhere near the freezer, “My tooth came out.  My first tooth came out!!!” Yep.  She had pulled it out herself.  Nope.  No blood.  Yep.  I hooped and hollered like you would expect me too.

The day was filled with lisping, watching her stick her tongue in the hole, and showing anyone we could.  Such celebration over this first tooth.

That night we put the tooth in her special pillow:

Double checked to make sure it was still there. . .

I am still a bit blown away by the whole thing.  How did my little girl come to be old enough to lose a tooth??

Funny thing? The other front tooth is WAY LOOSE too. Yesterday she told me that it was going to come out and when I asked her if she would like me to pull it out she looked terrified. “I don’t want it to come out,” was her response. She has made several comments that have let me know that, while she is thrilled to have lost a tooth, she is not thrilled about ever having to do it again.