The girls and I had just sat down to a dinner of scrambled eggs with cheese and english muffins. Izzie had her milk, Sophia had her blue Gatorade, and I had my Arnold Palmer. I finally sat down, put some eggs on my fork, and had started to bring it towards my mouth.
“Mommy! It fell out! My tooth fell out!” Izzie shouted.
I looked up to see her smiling at me while holding her tooth in her hand. Quickly, I put my fork down and jumped up to help her out. I grabbed a cup and we headed to the bathroom. Izzie began rinsing out her mouth and I took her tooth. When she was done rinsing, she looked up with a big smile.
For anyone who knows me, wiggly teeth are so not my thing. They completely gross me out and I do not look at them unless I absolutely need to do so. But there is something truly special about watching your own child get so excited about a hole in her mouth!