No, No, NOOO

Today it is THIS child causing my heart to ache.
Cracker Jack.
He has a loose tooth.
And I don't like it one bit.

Oh, I don't tell him that. I jumped around with him and was all happy-sally, but as I jumped and laughed with him, I felt that familiar feeling in my gut. No, not indigestion...nostalgia, sentimentality, sadness.

His last question on his 30th trip out of bed last night was, "What way does it hurt the least? Should I (and at this point he even ticked off the options on his fingers) tie a string to a knife, should I tie it to the door and shut it, or should I tie it to the remote control car?"

He's thought this out for a long time, I tell ya'.

Honey, here's what you should do: You should NOT wiggle it and NOT talk about it and maybe it will forget that it ever wanted to come out, okie dokie?

There, that's settled then.