Right before bedtime last night, I was inspecting the boys' teeth.
Stupid sparkley sugared marshmallow bunnies.
Of course Griffin had some stuck underneath his loose tooth. So with the help of my trusty-dusty fingernail, I was prying it out and then...
... the damn tooth popped out!
It was a pretty anti-climatic event for Griffin. He was all, "that's it?" Yeah, dude, that's it. What did you expect, 76 trombones?
In any case, the tooth fairy visited (and left a baggie of coins!) and the redness is no longer red (thank goodness) and now the constant questions of "when's my GROWN UP tooth coming in, Mom?" have arrived.