Sunday, March 02, 2008

The Molenator

It’s funny how parents and children can have completely opposite views of the same events. My son has his first loose tooth. He couldn’t be happier. He’s looking forward to a visit from the tooth fairy and being able to chew his chicken nuggets normally again. I, however, am not that thrilled.

As I have observed my baby becoming a toddler, my toddler a little boy, and my little boy a bigger one, I’m tempted to view each step, not as a normal childhood development, but instead small pieces of him that are being slowly taken away from me. I suppose it's a little of both.

I'm happy to see him growing and maturing, but the thoughts of seeing him with those jagged, too-big-for-his-mouth teeth that are characteristic of so many 6 year olds, makes me cringe. Not only do I have to endure this "growing up" process, but to rub salt in my wounds, I have to cough up the money to pay for it!

(Kudos to you if you get the reference to "The Molenator" in the title of this post!)

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