His front tooth had been wobbly for weeks. By last week the new tooth had pushes its way up behind, yet still the old tooth hung on: half of it had been pushed out entirely by the new tooth and the other half was still rooted firmly in his gums.
There was much wiggling, pulling, complaining, and blood on Saturday evening before dinner… until the baby tooth was finally out. He bared his teeth at me and growled playfully, blood pooling around his lip, and asked for me to take his photo as a zombie. I’ll spare you that gruesome photograph, though.