One Down, 19 to Go
Ethan lost his first tooth while I was out last night. According to hubby it was an uneventful happening. Ethan simply paused in his activity and said something along the lines of, "My wobbly tooth fell out." Neither Ethan nor hubby seem to know how the tooth fell out or where it ended up. They just know that it's not in Ethan's mouth any more. Ethan apparently got very upset that he didn't know where his tooth went. He started talking about going to the store to get a new one. Hubby short circuited his anxiety attack by presenting him with a copy of the Prince of Egypt sound track. (He woke up first thing this morning to blast the music on his radio.) So now I have to go looking for Ethan's tooth.