September 24, 2012

falling out

He pulled it out himself.  Ten minutes ago.  He is very proud.  That makes three lost teeth for our oldest child.  Handsome young man, if I do say so myself.

Kids look so much more grown-up when the baby teeth come out.  Sheesh.  It seems like yesterday they were cutting their way in, the devils, and we didn't go anywhere without a tube of Orajel and a tiny, pink, sticky bottle of infant Tylenol close at hand.  Tonight I will tuck that tooth under Bright's Thomas the Tank Engine pillowcase, and then tomorrow I will throw it away.  Baby teeth, like so many things in nature - the tide, the seasons, the hair on a man's head - point to the very brevity of our lives.  Our days come in, and they go out.