"Another Tooth Another Grown-Upper"

I awoke at 5:45 AM to, "Hey Momma, hey Momma. Come here I need you. I've got a surprise!" So I slowly woke up and thought what surprise could he possibly have this early. He doesn't get up for another hour or so. He repeated the message a couple of times and the whole time I was trying to shush him from waking Houston. He had turned the loft light on and was grinning from ear to ear. He had pulled another tooth! "Good job buddy. Are you still bleeding?" "No, Momma. There wasn't any blood." And there wasn't, not one drop. He said he "woke up with a toothache and thumped it a couple of times and it just fell right out!" So glad he didn't get choked. He wanted a baggie with the date on it and to put it under his pillow "before the sun comes up"! I persuaded him it was almost daylight and the tooth fairy wouldn't be around this time of night or morning or whatever time it was. "OK, we'll put in there tomorrow night." Then we snuggled and drifted off for about another hour.

When we got up of course the first thing out of his mouth was "Where's my tooth, Momma?" We went about our morning and on the way to school he said, "Momma, another tooth pulled means another grown-upper I am. Before you know it I'll be in High School and won't have no more teeth to pull." Why do they want to be more "grown-upper" so bad? At least, he still thinks the tooth fairy comes around and I'll not tell him any different until I absolutely have to!

Check out this cute, more grown-upper smile!