Apparently Connor's teeth like to come out in twos. At the beginning of the year, he lost his two bottom teeth within days of one another. Here's the photo of the first two teeth to go.
This week, he lost both of his two front teeth. Both of them had been loose for quite a while, and we were all surprised they lasted as long as they did.
But the last one was stubborn, and would likely still be there for a while yet if not for a little brotherly love.
You see, every afternoon, Connor and Xander come tearing into the house and start on their favorite game together - chasing each other across the house as fast as they can and then jumping onto Xander's bed (if you run in a straight line from the living room and through the hallway, you run straight into Xander's bedroom). Then you tickle each other until someone breaks and makes a run back the other way, where you then jump into the leather chair in the corner of our living room. Sounds fun, no?
It looks a little something like this photo from earlier in the week, you know, when one tooth was still there.
Today's version was a little different. During the tickle session, Xander apparently decided he'd had enough and lashed out. With his foot. And a well-placed kick to Connor's mouth. The tooth came out, as did a few tears and quite a bit of blood.
But it's all good, Connor assures me. The tooth fairy will come see him again tonight, and last time he got money. He's hoping for more money, and maybe a sticker, too. You know, like the one he got a really, really long time ago with his first tooth. Which the tooth fairy didn't really remember. But he did. And he's really hoping the tooth fairy can find one.
The tooth fairy hopes so, too.
