Last night Henry went to bed with a very wobbly tooth and asked me if the Tooth Fairy was coming tonight.
I said No, not tonight.
So he said he didn't want her to come in his room because she was going to bite him.
Made sense to me.
Then this morning, it was even more wobbly and while eating his cereal, I heard him make a spitting noise then the tinkle of his tooth hitting the floor.
I'm not sure I had imagined that he would lose his first tooth by spitting it out.
He was so excited though and got a special certificate at school and everything.
Svea, for her part, threw up in the kitchen before breakfast and then wanted a quesadilla.
Big day in our house.