Yesterday morning at the breakfast table Doc Brown made a big announcement.
He has two loose teeth.
His first loose teeth.
The emotion I felt over this milestone took me by surprise. I wasn't expecting to get tears in my eyes as my son proudly wiggled his two bottom front teeth. I wasn't expecting a punch in my gut as it hit me once again that my boy is growing up. And I wasn't expecting to spend the rest of the day hugging him a little bit tighter as I was reminded that the days are going by too quickly.
He's wiggling his teeth a lot, eager for them to finally come out. I'm a lot less eager. I know he's going to be adorable with his new grin (and it will be helpful to begin to get an idea of what kind of orthodontist bills we're looking at in the future).
But they're his baby teeth. I remember when he cut them and how he chewed on everything and drooled everywhere. Goodness he was cute. One more reminder that my precious baby is growing up.
I wasn't prepared for this.