Stop throwing that ball or you might lose a...
He's pretty obsessed with the new red ball and just can't help but bounce it EVERYWHERE. We could tell where he was in our front yard by the different sounds the ball would make. Ping on the pavement. Thud on the grass. Then, we heard a bang on the house. Bang. Bang. Bang. I put my coffee down and went to the door. "Please don't throw the ball at the house", I said.
Then, we heard it again. Bang!
Suddenly, the front door flew open and in he ran. "I lost my first tooth! I lost my first tooth!". It had been wiggling around in his mouth for over a month and I'd simply forgotten about it. "The ball bounced off the house and knocked it right out!" he said. He couldn't have been more excited and, to our dismay, not at all upset that after I told him not to bounce the ball on the house he did it anyway. We couldn't help but laugh out loud as he told us over and over exactly how it happened. He thought the whole thing was "really cool".
Tonight, we'll pack up the tooth in the little bag he decorated himself (a Christmas gift from his Aunt Glitter Pie - Art in a Box), place it under his pillow, and the tooth fairy will bring him something special. Let's just say, he's beyond excited!
We'll have to wait and see, though, if the fact that the Tooth Fairy comes INTO his room (and will not simply lurk around downstairs like Santa or the Easter Bunny) will keep him in his own bed all night long. That's a blog post for another day.