Taylor's front teeth have been loose since Christmas. Oh, the drama! Apples have rotted in our refrigerator. Entire meals have been picked at because of the awkwardness. We seriously considered having her screen tested for Slim Jim commercials (where biting with your molars is an art form). *sigh*
Imagine our excitement last week when both loose teeth developed a distinct wobble! Woo hoo! Not much longer now! Visions of tooth fairy booty danced in our dreams. Not much longer now! Not much longer!
Just a...
few... (okay, EIGHT)...
more...
daaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyzzzzz........ (drool, snore, feign continued anticipation)
*snork*
Where was I?
Oh, yeah.
Imagine our intense relief to FINALLY (after an entire eighth day of wiggling, twisting, worrying with her tongue, testing, checking, did we mention it's been eight days since wobble onset?) to announce that #5 is really, really, REALLY, truly, no-we're-not-kidding, seriously people!, well-and-for-good, honestly GONE!
Sweet relief at last.
Kristin