Broken crayons still color.
My DS5 has been obsessing the past year or so with loosing teeth. (cause DD8 has been loosing them left and right and making a killin' off the tooth fairy) Anyway, almost weekly he's telling me he *thinks* his teeth are loose. They never are. Poor kid.
This morning after breakfast he says, "Mama when I was eating, it felt really weird. I think my teeth are loose." (internal eye roll) But I said, "Ok come here, I'll check."
He has three loose teeth! Top two in the middle, and a bottom middle. To say he is proud of this milestone in his life is an understatement. He's marching around the house with his chest all puffed out, and grinning like an idiot. He called his Dad and announced it. And I know he's going to tell everyone he meets about it when we leave the house.
It's bittersweet for me. He's so excited and I'm so happy for him. But it's just another sign that my baby is growing up. *sniff*
"Courage is being scared to death and saddling up anyway." - J. Wayne