
Anthony's tooth, quite loose from a few days ago, got flippy-floppy-dangly loose this morning while eating breakfast. I thought it should be left to come out naturally, but once it was that loose and bleeding (but not at all painful), both my ER-nurse sister and mom said that I should just pluck it out.
So, under the guise of “checking” it, I had him open up and I gave a light tug, and out it came. He didn't quite realize it, but when I feigned surprise (“it just came out right in my hand!”) and he saw it, he was extremely excited.
Most of his excitement comes from the American idea of the Tooth Fairy, which promises some amount of money under his pillow.
Since Mommy is minding the fort back home in Kyoto, he drew a before/after picture for her, and wrote her a letter describing the windfall he expects in the morning. We'll drop it in the mail on Monday.
Congrats, cousin Anthony! I can hardly wait until I’m big like you. I can truly say “I knew you when” – cousin Luke