THIS. CUTE. BOY.
Just had his dreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeam come true.
If you know Emerson at ALL you will know that he's been devastated that he hasn't lost any teeth.
He's the ONLY kid in his 1st grade class (in both morning AND afternoon) that hasn't lost one yet.
Last week we went to the dentist and the dentist said she felt his bottom tooth a little "wiggly". I felt the darn thing after and it didn't move a little bit unless Emerson's head moved with it. But just hearing that bit of good news gave him hope. Emerson then went to work on making it fall out. He must've worked like CRAZY on it because it started really getting close to coming out.
Saturday he came to us and asked me to pull it out. I wouldn't. Then he said I could use dental floss but because I had a HORRIBLE experience w/ that as a child with my dad (think doorknob, floss, standing across the room, blood dripping.....you get the idea) I wouldn't do it. Plus it wasn't THAT close to coming out.
Then Sunday night he asked Brooks to grab it. He tried and made Emerson cry. So we stopped. (I say "we" because I sat and watched the whole thing)
Then he came down after a hour and it was significantly more loose (who KNOWS what he did to make it that way.......I don't ask some things for a reason....) Brooks grabbed a flossing pick and wedged the pointy side under the tooth.
I walked around to get another picture of it happening and I didn't make it in time. It popped out on the first "wedge" from that flossing pick.
To say he was excited was really beyond an understatement.
In the kitchen I said, "Emerson, are you SOOOOO excited?!?!"
And he giggled/squealed and said, "YES! Now I get to put my name on the tooth poster in my classroom. My name is the ONLY one not on it!!!!"
It was THEN that I understood the urgency of wiggling it before the school year ended next week. Such a funny kid.
And to PROVE he lost it, he took it to school (as if the big gap in his mouth didn't already give it away).









































