Doesn’t my sweet boy look amazingly like a red neck-hillbilly? He was dressed for bed without a shirt because it is not winter here in north Texas, even though it’s still early February and his mouth was full of blood because he had just ripped out a loose tooth that wasn’t quite ready to come out yet. He wanted that dollar the Tooth Fairy was bringing pretty darned badly. I’m not sure why. All he ever does with his money is let the collection grow. He has the same tooth on the other side loose as well, so I’m sure he’ll feel the need to rip that one out when he’s ready for another dollar.
I guess Logan pulling out his teeth is better than it could have been. He almost didn’t notice when he lost his first tooth because it just fell out in his hand one morning. He swallowed the second one. And the poor Tooth Fairy! I told Logan the Tooth Fairy couldn’t bring him a dollar for that tooth until he pooped it out and she found it in the sewer. I doubt he’ll remember that when he grows up, but the memory of his shocked face will forever be saved in my mind!