A few weeks ago, Steve pointed out to me that Noah had a loose tooth. I'm such a sap, I almost cried. And last evening, while we were at a movie, Noah gave his tooth a final wiggle et voila, it came out.These waypoints sometimes give me premonitions of future days when Noah doesn't want a hug from Mama, wants me to drop him a block from his destination, and when the longest conversation he'll want to share is to ask, "Can I borrow the car?"
One tooth, one emotional trauma.
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Unbelieveable! He is so advanced!
I completely understand about the emotional trauma - although I bet that Noah will always appreciate the hugs.
Children always need hugs from their parents, even when they ask to be dropped off a block from their destination . . .
I remember when, seems like yesterday. Still get hugs and kisses when I drop her off at school, at 10. Hopefully, it will not change.
Daddy reporting in that the one next to it is now loose too.
Awwwwww. Kids who are missing teeth are the cutest.
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