12 years, 4 months.
Last Thursday you came home, proudly announcing, “I lost a tooth today at school. I stored it in my mouth for the rest of the day.”
You then reached into your mouth and pulled the molar tooth out of its socket.
Then over the weekend on Saturday night, while we were at Nonna and Papa’s house in Alabama, you told everyone you thought you might be losing another tooth.
Within 30 minutes, you pulled it out. Apparently, the Tooth Fairy pays $20 for molars?…
And once we got home on Sunday night, just 24 hours later, you effortlessly pulled out a 3rd tooth.
I then mumbled under my breath: “This probably means puberty is on its way…”