Another One

Jack woke me up nice and early this morning to tell me I needed to pull yet another tooth. As much as I tried to distract him (and roll over to sleep a tiny bit more), he would have none of it. So I did as he wanted and tried to pull his tooth.

It was very loose, but I knew if I pulled it, I'd only make it bleed and wouldn't guarantee that it would come out anyway. He wasn't at all happy when I told him it wasn't ready, but he did leave anyway.

And came back to me six other times asking me to pull his tooth. lol

I'm trying to let it wiggle for a bit longer, but I will be surprised if the thing makes it through another day. He is NOT a fan of annoyingly loose teeth.

Honestly, I wish the kid would slow down this whole growing up business. This is his 6th tooth; he just turned 5 like yesterday, didn't he? Sheesh.

It's too soon to be losing all these teeth. It's too soon to have a mouth full of big boy teeth.

Too soon, I tell you! Sigh. I wish he'd listen to me on this one.