I actually wrote the following post in April.  Ooooops, I never posted it

A few nights ago, I am watching late night food tv when I hear Joshua crying.  The kind of crying that let me know he is ok but has just had a bad dream or something similar.  I called to him and he came out crying very sad.  As soon as he could talk he told me “my tooth is loose”.  Then he proceeded to cry and cry some more.  I took him into my bed to wake daddy with what I kept saying was good news (Joshua kept correcting me saying  that it is not good news it is very bad news).  Well, so began a very long night for poor Joshua.  Every few minutes he would think of more reasons why this was not good news.  “How will I eat?”, “What if my tooth falls out while I am sleeping?”  “What if I swallow it?  It might scratch my stomach and hurt coming out because teeth are very sharp.”  “What if it gets lost and I don’t get to see it?”, “I don’t want a hole in my mouth.”, “Maybe it is going to hurt.” and he went on and on and on until at some point I finally told him “Honey, I am sorry you are so nervous about your tooth.  I promise it is going to be ok but, I can’t have you waking me up over and over.  You need to get back into your own room.

 Morning found him with all his teeth still in his mouth.  Yesterday morning before the sun was up, he ran into our room “My tooth is out, my tooth is out.”  Here is a pic of the very cute whole in his mouth.