Ok, so upon waking this morning, my son excitedly told me his big news: a wobbly tooth. I knew this day would come. I mean he is 7 years old. It probably should have come sooner than now. However, I couldn’t help but think, “Oh my gosh he is a big boy now!” How did that happen? Where did the time go? How much time do I have left before he gets bigger. I mean just a week or so ago, he announced that he liked a girl. Now he has a wobbly tooth. The next thing you know, he is going to want to borrow the car…Ok breathe!
Whew. That’s better. So my son has a loose tooth. He is excited. I guess I should be too, but there is that little part of me that wants to keep him my little boy. At least I can still go into his room at night and snuggle him close. Even when he has been a stinker all day and has made me want to pull my hair out, I still think of him as my little boy. Now he is becoming a bigger boy. What is this world coming to? Oh my!