The way I see it, the transition from little kid to big kid happens when baby teeth start falling out. Gone are the cute little smiles, and in come the awkward, braces-are-inevitable, too-big teeth. I've silently wanted Paige to keep her little kid status as long as she can.
Paige, however, was sooo excited when one of her teeth started wiggling.
When I saw Paige's dainty tooth-twisting, I had a feeling I'd
eventually have to get in there and give it a yank. Given my aversion
to, and queasiness from, all things body-related, I wasn't quite sure I'd be able to do it.
Luckily, I didn't have to.
I was spending a rainy and cold morning working at the Downtown Farmers Market when Traci sent me this picture. Paige was at her soccer game when her 18-year-old aunt asked her if she wanted her to pull her tooth out. Paige nodded in the affirmative.
With one swift tug, Paige had become a big kid.
Smiling with a broad, bloody smile, she walked over to get her team picture taken.
She was still smiling when I got home from work. "Dad, I read in Junie B. Jones that when you lose a front tooth, you become a big kid."
"Yeah, I think Junie's probably right," I replied.
Paige couldn't stop smiling. Later than day, I caught her smiling at herself in our bedroom mirror. "Dad," she said, stretching her neck out as high as she could, "do you think I look taller?"
"Yes. Way taller."
She smiled some more.
I love my big kid.