The first time JR lost a tooth, we were completely taken aback. He was not yet 5, so we were convinced that some trauma had knocked out his tooth and we whisked him off to a dentist next morning.
A few weeks later, a new, grown-up tooth started to appear in the place of the hole, so I came to terms with the idea that, yes, in fact, he is old enough to lose his baby teeth.
Nevertheless, when the second tooth, which had been wiggling for days, popped out of his mouth on the way home from the pool, and I had this little, tiny baby tooth in the palm of my hand, the tears started flowing.
My baby is losing his teeth.
JR's dad thinks I've lost my marbles, in addition to losing JR's teeth.
lots and lots of sourdough–my routine
9 months ago