We took Benjamin to get his 5-year-old pictures taken.
Handsome, no? And not a day too early. The next morning at breakfast, this happened:
Excuse the freaky picture, but I needed to get up close...
He was pretty upset at first. Not because it hurt, but because he was afraid it was going to. Once it came out and he realized he was going to live, he was much happier.
He waited aaaaaallllllll day long for it to finally be bedtime so he could put his tooth out for the tooth fairy.
Grandma Page makes handy tooth fairy pillows that hang right on the sides of the bed so it is easy to find.
All loaded up, and now the waiting begins.
Can't wait to see what the tooth fairy brings our newest member of the lost-tooth club.
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