Griffin just came up to me, completely losing any of his ablility to hold his shit together.
"Mom? I'm really scared."
"Don't be mad at me... my tooth is loose."
I about fell out of my chair. Loose tooth? Are you kidding me? I have a kid with a loose tooth?
After about 15 minutes of meltdown (on his part) and shaky hands (my part) and tears (both parts), I manged to calm him down and explain to him that his means he's growing up (sobbing on my part) and that he's suppose to lose his teeth (sobbing on his part) and really, it's all gonna be fine.
Really. Gonna be fine. Totally fine. No problem, it's all gonna be fine. Really, truly fine.
Just, how in the hell did I go from having a baby to having a child who looses teeth? That's what I wanna fucking know.