Griffin lost another tooth yesterday -- this time at school, his first full day. And even better yet, while he was on the playground. So he shoved the tooth in his pocket and wiped the blood on his shirt. Oh lordy.
I'm going to black and white this and make a jack'o lantern have the same smile in a month or so. And then I'll put it in a competition and it will win a blue ribbon.
He's so different than I was -- I wouldn't touch mine for nothin', I even remember my dad pinning me down with pliers in his hands, threatening to take my loose tooth out for me. I would wait for those teeth to come out on their own, hanging by a thread, the way it's suppose to happen naturally.
All this blood and raw gums is icky. Very interesting, yes. But still icky.