She was born on the very last day of the year, which makes her the youngest in her class, of all her friends, and according to her, younger than EVERYONE! (She may be prone to hyperbole, just like her mama).
Either way, coming from the one who was born close to the first day of the year, being the youngest can’t be all bad. But seeing as she is STILL 5 and all of her friends are already 6, this weighs on her.
So when her tooth started to wiggle a while back, she felt like she’d gained some ground. And then months went by and the wiggle barely changed. ::crickets chirping::
Until last week when we were en route to Virginia. We’d just had a snack and I turned around and noticed that there was a space that wasn’t there a few minutes earlier. The tooth? Gone. I mean really gone.
So, there you have it. One of the big milestones and we have no memento to take with us. Our best theory is that it was swallowed along with a bite of a ham sammy.
No matter. The kid is proud. She hasn’t smiled this big or this hard for a long time. And a crisp 5 dollar bill under her pillow didn’t hurt either.