It’s official, the tooth has gone. Jake and I were sitting in the lounge on Saturday night. Jake was eating his favourite fruit, namely a bapple(a Miaism there). Suddenly he exclaimed “Daddy! My tooth has gone!”. And yes, it had gone, where we do not know. We checked the lounge and could find no sign of it. The only explanation was that Jake had swallowed it. Over the next few days I did something, not once but twice that proves I love my son. Yes, I rooted through his poo for the errant tooth. Unfortunately it is still missing in action.
Jake is fine about this. He still got his shiny £1 coin from the tooth fairy :-). I am a little sad that we do not have his first tooth to put in his keepsake box :-(.