Tooth #5

Benjamin had been complaining for days that his hanging-on-by-a-thread tooth was hindering his ability to eat.  We were eating hamburgers last night and it started to bleed a little bit so I told him just to wiggle it right out (while I pointedly looked over his shoulder and tried to keep my stomach from flopping).

So he did.  And I put it in my pocket.  His other front tooth hasn't started growing in yet, so now there's a big gaping hole in the front. 

He took a big bite of hamburger and smiled because it didn't hurt.  He chewed, swallowed, and started talking... something in Spanish about the number 100 (which is pronounced "see-en", but as one syllable).  Then his eyes got big and he stopped.

"Thee-en!  Thee-en!  I can't they my etheth!"

It was a perfect blend of horror and amusement.