Rites of Passage
Do you remember your first lost tooth? Do you remember wiggling and wiggling it, maybe before it was even loose? Did you ever go to extreme measures, like pliers or a string tied to doorknob? My son’s first tooth is loose. He’s in no hurry for it to come out, although he played with it all through the church service this morning. He first noticed it while dining out a week ago. He complained of a sore tooth while biting into a slice of pizza. “Is it loose?” I asked. He wiggled it, and sure enough, it could bend to a 45 degree angle. At 6 1/2 years old, it had been a long time coming. His older sister was adorable. She put her arm around him, and with a knowing smile, asked to see and touch the premier tooth. Apparently, her cousin reacted the same way when his younger sister had her first loose tooth. She’s only 5 1/2, but lost her third tooth today. It was barely hanging on to begin wi...