Well, not to be outdone, G-Bear lost a tooth this week as well. Now, when our seven year old flashes her lovely smile, there are no front teeth to be seen. I can't believe I have a child brandishing the classic, toothless smile of childhood.
Incidentally, we are flush with shiny quarters around here. Buddy Bear is beside himself. I am worried he may start pulling his teeth out soon so that he'll get a quarter under his pillow too. Poor guy. Yesterday I found two pennies and shared them with him. You would have thought I gave him the moon. These are such special days.