in first grade, loose teeth are on the same playing field as santa claus.
seven years into the profession and i still can't quite stand to look at them. whenever they come running at me, wiggling their snaggletooth with vigor, i always look away and tell them that loose teeth give me the hibbie-geebies.
today one of my boys lost his tooth.
but first he went through the fun 'my mouth is just bleeding but my tooth hasn't actually fallen out' stage. when i sent him to the nurse one of my little chickadees came up to me and said:
"mrs. mylett, that just gave me the higgaley jiggalies"
at 16 months old, tripp can't grasp the concept of halloween. in light of that, we have resolved to keep things simple while we can. we borrowed his older cousins monster costume and stayed home to pass out candy.
tripp, you could not have been more thrilled with all the kids coming to the door. i was waiting for you to crawl off with them. or, at the very least, invite them in to play.