Tooth #3 has left the building

Ethan has been very excited about tooth #3. This would be the first of those famous "2 front teeth" that we all sing about at Christmas. For the past few days I've noticed it sticking out a bit crooked (like almost sticking straight out - very weirdly) but it hasn't been all that wiggly.

So I was quite surprised when I picked Ethan up from school yesterday and he exclaimed "Mommy I pulled out my tooth!" Notice he didn't say "my tooth fell out" like usual. No, in this case he was just ready for it to be gone. In fact, later last night he admitted to me that his teacher had told him not to pull it out because it wasn't ready. He actually said "I feel a little bad about myself because Mrs Dana told me not to pull out my tooth but I did it anyway." This boy has an amazing heart and can express his emotions better than most adults I know.

Upon close inspection - I won't gross you out with a close-up photo - you can see that the skin has in fact been torn a bit and it's not a very clean break.

A visit to the dentist may be necessary in the near future.

Let's just hope that Ethan lets tooth #4 come out on its own...