Owen's tooth

Tuesday, I was trying to get ready to go on vacation, cleaning up after Josie who had thrown up. . .again, and keeping track of Zoey. Owen was hungry, so I told him to figure something out for lunch (I know, great mom). He picked and apple, a cheese stick, and some pretzels and cheese. It could have been worse. About ten minutes later, he came running upstairs while I was trying to comfort Jo. He was bursting to tell me something. I was frustrated and told him he needed to wait a minute. He stood there doing what we call "the two foot dance." I finally was able to talk to him and he was so excited to show me that his tooth was missing. He had been eating his apple and it had just fallen out. He was so excited. Actually, so was I. Last time he was eating something and it hit a loose tooth wrong, I had to pull it out. Anyone who knows anything about me and loose teeth knows how hard that was for me. I'm glad he took care of it himself.