... meaning the tooth will have to be pried from his hand during the night, I do believe.
After being up until eleven last night, he crashed hard. Oh, so very hard. But not before we spent lots of time wiggling that loose tooth as we both giggled manically. I finally told him that it just wasn't quite time, to go on to bed, and maybe tomorrow would be the day.
Turns out I had a momentary gift of prophecy.
He woke up this morning, and in his own words...
'I woke up and it was like... downer. So I reached up and pulled it out and I had a whole in my teeth!'