I few days ago Ava announced "Mom!!! I have a wiggly tooth!!!" Maybe that should of been in all caps, because she was THAT EXCITED. Her excitement has only grown since that moment, that moment when I doubted her and tried to wiggle it myself, and I still wasn't convinced.
It was barely loose, and I'm not a big fan of kids growing up too soon so I told her NO. No losing teeth yet.
But she persisted.
This afternoon when I dropped her off at school she was obsessively playing with the tooth with her tongue. It still didn't seem very loose. I told her to be patient, it could take a week before it would fall out.
Well by the time I picked her up from school, 3 hours later, that tooth was not at all in the same spot. I wasn't sure she was going to make it until the next day.
Sure enough, while I was at yoga, John sends me this picture. The girl decided that tooth had to go, so she yanked it out. And her little one-less-tooth smile is now just overflowing with pride.
I adore this child.