The Nanny McPhee tooth

Corbin is at that age where things are falling out of his mouth and he expects money for them. He lost three bottom teeth (one when he was three, probably because it was rotten, but it was silver, so that was cool), the other two were a couple months ago and are already growing back. This most recent tooth proved to be a stubborn little thing (or maybe that was just my son . . .) It was loose for several weeks. When Lexi was here, she nicknamed it the "Nanny McPhee tooth", because Corbin could close his mouth and it would still be sticking out. I have no idea how he ate like that for a week.

Finally it got to the point where he could twist it around, and I was like "gross! Just give that thing a yank!" So we were at lunch with the Jensen cousins one day and his aunt and grandma offered him money if he would pull it out right there . . .

and alas! I have a toofless little boy. I love it!