Hanging by a thread it was.
Monday morning aroud about 8:45 am (how I love stat holidays), we heard him calling from his bed, "Mommy, mommy!"
I got (read dragged my sorry @ss) out of bed and ran to see.
The tooth, it finally came out.
Into the tooth box it went for that evening's visit from the tooth fairy.
Fast forward to bed time. Jay hears him sobbing. He wants to keep his tooth. He wants it right in his mouth where it is supposed to be.
I stood out of sight, watching this tender moment between father and son. I soaked in the sweetness of my boy and the tender love of his Daddy.
It about made me cry.
The tooth fairy came but he/she (I can't help but picture The Rock in a dress whenever I think of the tooth fairy, darn movie) left the tooth.
You know, just so my sweet boy wouldn't be too sad. This is the stuff of memories and why I just had to write (type?) it down. It seems like just yesterday he cut his second tooth. Now it done fell out.
Whoosh. Did you hear that? It's time going by so quickly I can't keep up.