Finally, after a year of wondering if it was ever going to happen, The Boy had his first loose tooth.
And shortly after this picture was snapped and he wandered back downstairs, he came running up to hand the tooth to me because he'd pulled it out.
The Tooth Fairy finally got to put a dollar in his pillow. There was much rejoicing.
Related: the whole kids loosing teeth thing is one of the parenting tasks that simply squicks me out. I hated loosing them when I was a kid; it makes me queasy when my own kids show me how wiggly a tooth is. Bleg.