What a way to cap off a whirlwind Spring Break!
Thomas announces (after I have sent him to bed) that his tooth is coming out. I figured as usual he was exaggerating, and despite my instance for him to leave it alone and get some sleep--my blood-phobic boy could not let it go.
An hour later, and an hour and a half past his bed time he was in full blood panic/freak out and tooth #8 was finally in the history books.
I totally need a vacation--after my spring break vacation!