My little boy is growing up...

He comes in from his room tonight and says "MOM, my tooth came out of my MOUTH!!!!" Eeeeuuhhhh...so glad he did this on his own. Cuz I don't think I can handle this part of parenting. And God knows James can't. We'll have to rely on Uncle Roger to work with the ones that don't come out so easy.

So we said that we would get the tooth ready for the tooth fairy and he freaked out. Goodness knows we don't need to add fuel to the fire of the "I don't want to go to bed" so we left it that we'd learn about the tooth fairy and when he is ready we can write a note to the tooth fairy and let him know it's ready.

Now that's a run on sentence.

Supposedly we bought it for Reyde