Sarah lost her first tooth this weekend. We took the kiddos camping and while eating corn on the cob, she said "I can't eat this, it hurts my loose tooth." I asked if she wanted me to just pull it so she could eat and she said "Sure."
That's her new word. Sure. "Do you want more to eat?" "Sure." "Do you want to go somewhere?" "Sure." What is it about that word?
Anyway, I digress. She just let me pull that sucker right out of there and never missed a beat. She danced around the campsite then finished the corn on the cob. The tooth fairy came and she spent her money on a swimming baby she has had her eye on and all is well with the world. Except that I am a little sad that her first tooth is gone and she hasn't even started school yet. When she went to bed that night she said "Aren't you so glad I lost my tooth?" So I replied, "Sure."