The Tooth Fairy Cometh, Soon

It is official - Max has his first loose tooth!

We were dining at "Chez Meemaw et Poppy" on Labor Day, enjoying an eclectic assortment of hot dogs, spaghetti and turkey sandwiches, when I hear a howl of panic from the living room. Max is sobbing, and grabbing his mouth. I hold him, and manage (eventually) to decode the hysterical ramblings: my tooth (sob) is loose and wiggling (sob) and it is all my fault (sob). I ask him if I can feel the allegedly loose tooth, figuring that he knocked his mouth somehow and it is fine. Then I touch the tooth and it moves! I quickly cover my shock/repulsion and tell him that it is probably just time for him to lose his first tooth! How awesome! He then informs me, between louder sobs, that it is NOT time, he MADE his tooth loose by pushing his teeth together really hard!

Poor guy. He was really freaked out. After we calmed him down, I called Daddy in a quasi-panic to have him verify via The Internet that indeed, the bottom teeth fall out first. Whew.