Charis got her first loose tooth just over a week ago. We were extremely excited about it. Then earlier this week at bed time, she bit her comforter like a puppy and (oops!) yanked that barely loose tooth right out of her mouth. The pic above is of her crying to Mike about all the blood and soreness, while Mike and I cheered and congratulated her.
The next morning she told me, "I saw the tooth fairy man. He's sharp."
Bethany thinks her tooth is also loose.
Hannie cries every time someone suggests that she, too, might also lose a tooth one day.
And Baby Bubber is just glad he's finally getting his top two teeth. After all this drooling and pain, please don't tell him they're going to fall out in 5-6 years.
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