So my little miss six year old has a loose tooth.
Actually, it is beyond loose and it's only hanging on by a thread.
Literally - I can see the roots.
Click, zoom, do what it takes, but there they are.
Two days ago, it was barely loose.
We were running a quick errand this afternoon and from the back seat this is what I overheard:
Clara: Daddy is going to be SO surprised when he sees my tooth! He's going to come home and say, "WOW! That's a loose tooth!" And he will laugh. Do you think he will laugh?
Silence. Everyone else was reading or chillaxin'.
Clara: Well, that's just what I am estimating. Caleb, do you know what estimating is?
Clara: What is it then?
Caleb: I don't know.
Clara: Well, estimating is guessing. I am just guessing. I am estimating that Daddy will laugh.
Well, friends, my estimation is that this tooth isn't going to make it another 24 hours.