My five-year-old son is losing his first tooth. It was two days before Christmas and he was very excited about Santa. It was just before bed time and we were brushing our teeth. He pouted.
"Daddy, my tooth hurts."
"Which one?" I asked.
He sadly pointed to one of his front teeth on the bottom (#25 for you dental wonks). I furrowed my brow. Could he be losing a tooth, already? I wondered, a little sadly.
"Wiggle it," I suggested, "Maybe, it's loose."
He did and it was.
He lit up like Christmas. I have not seen him that excited since the second time he saw the ice cream man. Santa just went heads-up against The Tooth Fairy and got his butt kicked.
