H, you lost your first tooth this last Friday.

Of your bottom front teeth, it was the left one.

The crazy thing is this: You pulled it yourself!

I am not even kidding.

You are so brave I can’t even believe it sometimes.

I mean, I don’t remember ever pulling one of my own teeth.

But riding back from a Midland allergy appointment the next day, you took your tooth out of the zip-lock bag it was in to show it to K.

K pressed her finger on it (or so I was told later) and the tooth disappeared in the back of my car.

When we got home, I looked for it for you for nearly an hour.

I never found it, but what were we going to do with it long-term anyway?

I am sorry I got mad at you for dropping it.

I love you.

-Dad