On Tuesday Penny lost her third, and first front, tooth. It started to wiggle the week before school. We thought “any day now” but that stubborn tooth hung around like a clingy friend, awkward and annoying. So she started her first day of second grade with snaggle tooth in tow. She skillfully ate around it and prayed each night she wouldn’t swallow it in her sleep.
 
When she came home from school on Tuesday she ran right to the mirror to assess her new look. With a confident nod she deemed it “cool”. I think she looks kinda hilarious and I guiltily chuckle, as only a mom can, when I see that gaping hole.

My sweeter-than-sugar goofball.