I don't know if he's afraid they won't come back or something, but Micah HATES to lose teeth. He seriously will fight it to the bitter end. The last two came out in June -- one coming in contact with a sandwich (yeah, that's how loose it was) and the other with a little help from Daddy.
Well, the last front tooth was hanging on by a thread, and despite how gross that is, I mean it literally. We were hanging out in Harborplace mall, trying to keep dry on the Fourth of July and Jess told me she and Micah had a "secret". He showed her that his tooth was just barely in. I, of course, pretended like I knew nothing (which for me is unfortunately easy sometimes!) and we went on our way.
So just before the fireworks didn't happen (see previous post), Micah's tooth made it's timely exit.
There's something just so darn cute about both front teeth being gone. Caleb had his out for his first grade picture and it was too cute.
Oh, and I did NOT forget to be the tooth fairy this time. Ha.
More to come about Micah. He turns eight in nine days in New York. How cool is that?