Koby has been obsessively trying to wiggle out his front right tooth for weeks now. In fact, since the start of first grade in August, he has been convinced that that tooth was ready to come out. After all, loosing teeth in the first grade is a big deal. Everybody is doing it!

I, on the other hand, have been trying my best to not let that baby tooth fall out. For me, those top two teeth signify so much. They in someway represent a loss of those "baby" years. A transition. A child's face changes and becomes much more grown up with the addition of the top permanent teeth. I am simply not ready.

But he is. And he is determined. Last night he came down after having "cracked" his tooth (a word he coined which gives me the hibbie-jibbies just thinking about it, but in laymen terms simply means loosened that puppy up a bit). Having "cracked" only one side, we convinced him that the root is still not loose enough and that he should really get to bed.

This morning was so excited about his new "rabbit" tooth (which he affectionately refers to it as) and cannot wait to show it to the world! (or at least the first grade)