The teeth are shedding quickly, it seems. Connor's total tooth loss count doubled this morning, with two upper teeth remaining loose. The number of teeth I have pulled in the last two weeks also doubled. Do I qualify for a DDS yet?
Last night, Connor pointed out how loose his remaining lower front tooth was. It wasn't quite loose enough for me to rip it out and after asking me to wiggle it a bit, Connor decided he'd rather lose it at school. Apparently the nurse sends you home with some tooth-shaped container that you wear around your neck so you don't lose it. I instructed him to start wiggling the tooth and told him I'd leave it alone unless I saw another tooth coming in. If that happened, I'd yank the tooth.
This morning at breakfast, Connor decided he didn't want to wait any longer for the tooth to exit his mouth. He'd been wiggling the tooth through the night and it had become uncomfortable. So I grabbed a paper towel and freed the little bugger from Connor's mouth.
I'm guessing another poem and gem will appear in place of his tooth before he wakes!