a sweet tooth (or two)

The Kidling has several loose teeth that have been hanging on for far longer than this first-time mama would have ever expected. So this afternoon, we did a little tooth check, assessing incisors and canines for any indication that they might be ready to call it quits (they are probably tired of listening to all of the yammering). We poked and wiggled, checking each of the potential candidates for dental defection. Content with our assessing of which tooth was most likely to fall out first, The Kidling said with relief, “I’m glad my sweet tooth isn’t loose!”

Somehow, I think she has a few extras.