A Tooth on the Looth!

The day I feared has come!  Loose teeth give me the heeby jeebies, and now we have our first in the house.  John discovered it last night, already after bed time.  Buck had a work dinner, so when he called sometime after 9, and I heard the kids STILL playing in their room, I let John tell him over the phone.  He was so excited, pacing the halls in his super hero tighty whiteys, telling Buck about his tooth.  I realized poor thing would never be able to get to sleep until he told him about it.  This morning he was up bright and early to be sure he could show him before he left for work.  I'm pretty sure his fingers haven't left his mouth since he discoverd the loose tooth.  I finally mustered up the courage to feel the bottom right tooth, and it is, in fact loose!  Funny, I've always had this random artificial age gap in my mind between myself and parents with kids losing teeth.  Well, my birthday is coming.  I guess I'm almost officially older in more ways than one.