mike lost his first tooth. it was solid on monday. tuesday it was about to fall out. wednesday i was afraid to let him eat for fear he would swallow it. he was determined to lose it at school so he could "get a sticker that you get to wear ALL day--AND your tooth goes in a special envelope." thursday it was still hanging in there and i couldn't understand for the life of me why his teacher didn't pull it. surely she was as tired as i was of watching it dangle every time he talked.
friday mornings i volunteer in his class at school. friday i walked into his class, he waited for me to look at him, and proudly removed his tooth. he smiled so big, and said, "i was waiting for you to come so i could pull it." it was so ready to come out, there was not one. drop. of blood. that's one special kid. love you, mike. thanks for waiting for me.
