The big news at our house today is that J finally lost his first tooth. It's been a long time coming, and though he missed being on the tooth chart at school, I don't think he minded much. His two bottom teeth have been loose since March and he wasn't exactly a vigorous wiggler. He just wanted to wait for it to fall out on its own which is pretty much what happened. We had a loaf of artisan bread from yesterday and newly made jams so J requested crustless bread and jam for breakfast. I said ok for the first piece, but for anything after that the kids were going to eat the crust, not waste it. While he was eating his second, crusted piece, T looked over at him and said, "your tooth is broken. . ."
