Brett lost a tooth at school. He's lost teeth before - this was number four. Still, he didn't even tell me about it. In fact, he didn't even mention that it was loose.
I noticed the hole in his smile when he got home and said, "Brett, you lost another tooth?" (all excited)
He said, "Yeah, Mom. My teacher put it in an envelope for you."
I went in for a closer look and found two more loose teeth!
I remember when Samantha's teeth started to get the tiniest bit loose. She would give us multiple updates throughout the day on each tooth's progressive wiggly-ness. And if anyone tried to give her something hard to bite, like an apple, she would quickly remind us that there was no way she could eat that with her soon-to-be-missing teeth.
Brett seems to pay about as much attention to loosing his teeth as he would to watching wet paint dry on the walls.
At least he was a good sport about letting me take some pictures.