"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy..." He's running from the living room, half-eaten apple in hand. "I have a loose toof." There is an edge of panic, discovery creasing a frown between his eyes as I explore the new wiggle with a finger.
"You're right, Liam, it is loose!"
"Hmm." He gives it another joggle. "Is it just falling outta my head?"
"It's going to fall out of your mouth."
"I wealized that it is just falling outta my head and it's 'cause I just bwush the top teeth and you said if I don't bwush all my teeth really good they'll fall outta my head and now they are falling outta my head and I think I should maybe bwush all my teeth better all over."
"You always need to brush your teeth well but I don't think you need to worry about this one."
"But should it hurt if it's just a loose toof?"
"No, but it might if you play with it a whole lot before it's ready to come out."
"Oh. Well, it hurts."
"Should you call the dentist?"
"'Cause it's falling outta my head."
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy..."
He finds me in the kitchen.
"I dust wealized that this is a baby toof and baby toofs are supposed to come out!"
"Of course they are - you have nothing to worry about."
"Oh, 'cause I thought it was 'cause I don't bwush good."
"Do you still want me to call the dentist?"
He bounces out of the kindergarten room, grinning wide to show the gap. "My toof fell outta my head today!" But he's not worried any more, all concern is bent towards the tooth fairy and whether she's really real or not and if she'd rather collect a tooth in an envelope with a Donald Duck sticker or a clear, plastic bag.