Happy Birthday tooth you.

When Isaac woke up this birthday morning, his first question was, "did you blog?" I've hardly had the time, Isaac. Your tooth fell out at 11:30pm! But here I am, neglecting all my morning duties to tell the world, or the few of you that'll read this, that Isaac's the man. At 11pm, as Paul and I were laying in bed trying to fall asleep, Isaac appeared at our bedside saying, "it's too bloody." See, he WOULDN'T stop wiggling his loose tooth. But he wouldn't let us pull it out either. Paul tried to bribe him, saying that if he pulled it out I would write about it on my blog. That peaked his interest, but didn't quite convince him. We cleaned him up and sent him off to bed with the command, "DON'T WIGGLE YOUR TOOTH!" He doesn't obey very well. By 11:30pm he was back at our bedside. And I think it was by 11:32pm Paul had yanked the tooth out of Isaac's head. It was a late night for all of us, but the tooth fairy rewarded him well.