Going, Going, Gone!

It was a regular school day. Travis and I picked Ben up at the end of the day. Travis waited with Ry in the car. I reminded Ben to get his stuff. We got in the car and started home. I attempted to pry information out of him about his day. Usually the conversation goes something like this:

Mama: Ben, how was your day?
Ben: Good.
Mama: What did you do today?
Ben: Nothing.
Mama: What did you talk about today?
Ben: Nothing.

But on this day, it was a little different.

Mama: Ben, how was your day?
Ben: Good.
Mama: What did you do today?
Ben: Nothing. Oh, I lost my tooth.
Mama & Daddy: What?!

Of course we were almost to the freeway at this point. It had happened first thing in the morning, so no one remembered to mention it to me when I ran in to pick him up from school. We turned around and picked up the tooth, which had been safely stored in a paper napkin inside a paper cup.

Ben lost his first tooth at 9:15 in the morning on September 29th, 2008.