We had a momentous day at the Cottrell household this week. Levi lost his first tooth. Now, everybody loses their teeth, I know. But there’s something about that younger child who has watched his older siblings lose one tooth after another. When his day comes, it is a big one…and his patience is rewarded with all the blood and pain that he has so longed for.
It took a few days of wiggling and pushing and pulling and nervous jumping and encouraging and staring into the mirror and carrying of many barely-bloody kleenexes. But yeeha! It happened. Here are a few photos to celebrate the journey…I sure do love that sweet face…
Can’t you see? Clearly, it is just barely hanging there. :>)
Let me do it!
Wait a minute. This is going to hurt, isn’t it?
We even pose for a picture at the THOUGHT of the tooth coming out soon.
I am going to will it out.
Woo hoo! My daddy pulled my tooth!
What time is it? 6:30? Wow, I think I’m already ready for bed for some strange reason. I got the tooth. Good night.
Do I get extra money for cuteness?
And, in honor of the tooth fairy, enjoy this funny clip.
(Stay with it…the last line is worth the wait.)