This past weekend on our “vacation” (more about that later), I noticed that one of Zoë’s bottom teeth looked crooked.  I asked her to come over so I could feel her tooth.  I knew before I touched it that is was loose and it looked pretty loose.  All I kept thinking the whole time was Please don’t let this tooth be looser than Noah’s.  Please. Please. Please.

Well, of course it is looser than Noah’s.  I mean seriously?  Cant this just work out right.  Noah has been waiting to lose a tooth since his classmates started losing teeth in kindergarten.  All of the girls in Noah’s class have lost teeth and now a couple of the boys in his class have.  It’s so hard to be one of the younger kids in class and hitting many of the marks later than your classmates.  Now his sister (who is 19-months younger) is getting ready to surpass him.

Of course, Noah was frustrated and started to cry a little.  Bill, finally called him over and said that it just meant that his teeth were stronger.

I can’t imagine how it must feel for my sensitive, perfectionist child to have his sister do something before him.  She did a flip off the diving board before he did–when he did his (right after) his was better and that saved his feelings.

Zoë’s tooth is still looser than Noah’s (I keep telling him is isn’t–parenting for the win).  I am certain hers is going to fall out first–and I don’t know what it going to happen when it happens the way I think it will.  Noah suggested we tape it down–so his can fall out first.

If only it was that easy.