Not a Baby.

This morning Dylan and I went to run a few weekend errands. After we were finished, we stopped to eat lunch at a local burrito shop. (Dylan loves bean burritos.) As we were chatting and eating Dylan stopped talking (which never happens when he's conscious) and seemed to be perplexed by something in his mouth. I looked at his mouth and gasped! I realized that he had just lost his first baby tooth! My gasp startled Dylan, causing him to swallow what was in his mouth which at the time was a large bite of burrito and his tooth! At first we were both so caught up in the excitement of the moment talking about the tooth fairy and getting grown-up teeth, et cetera. Then it dawned on me- our son was no longer my "little baby", he was now a BIG boy! I began to sob! (Sometimes I'm so dramatic! It's so embarrassing!)

As I was trying regain my composure, Dylan must have had a similar thought. He said "Mom, now you can't call me your baby any more! You now have to call me your big boy! " I agreed to this new requirement, but not happily. Dylan was more concerned about what he was going to leave for the tooth fairy! I told him that we'd just have to leave a note under his pillow telling the tooth fairy that he accidentally swallowed his tooth. He was concerned that the tooth fairy would think that he was lying and I assured him that she was totally aware that there was a tooth missing from his smile. He seemed satisfied.