So last weekend Isaac had Strep.  It was a Friday night dash to urgent care that told us.  And my buddy was a sluggish little guy, clearly sick and clearly tired.  We waited in the lobby for a few minutes and then a young, cute nurse asked us to come and check in.  Isaac did his shy kid thing that he always does around cute girls and the nurse, taken by Isaac's blue eyes and missing front teeth thought he was adorable.  

When she checked his blood pressure, she used a cuff, the first time Isaac had the cuff put on.  And as it tightened he got a little anxious.  She noticed and they chatted a little.  Isaac finally told her that it might be getting too tight because he had big muscles for a kid his age, which I confirmed as true.  The nurse giggled and gave Isaac a huge smile.  

After that, she showed us to the patient room and asked Isaac a few more questions.  He had, by this time, dropped the shy kid thing and was going straight for "impressing the older lady" schtick.  It was so funny and the nurse was eating up.  As she turned and left she winked at Isaac and Isaac gave her the cool dude head nod and said good bye.  

The momen the door closed Isaac turned to me and gave me a knowing look, as if to say "She was a babe, right?"  I nodded and then burst out laughing.  

Isaac Anthony, toothless lady's man. 

Its hard to imagine how much little kids play with loose teeth.  If they weren't all doing it, it would be some kind of pathology.  Isaac plays with his loose teeth almost as much as he breathes.  And like a lot of kids he is worryfascinated by them.  We get a constant update: its loose, no really loose.  And then there are displays of looseness--he wiggles the tooth around with his tongue and his fingers.  And finally there are the reports--its bleeding, its twisted, I think it is falling out.  The only thing that ends all of this is when the tooth does, in fact, actually fall out. 

This most recent time was the first I was with Isaac when it happened. I picked him up from after school and he told me, of course, the tooth was loose.  I looked and it was very loose.  In fact, the tooth was no longer attached on the right side, just the left side.  It was really quite gross.  But it wasn't bleeding and he didn't want to yank it (and really, I can't blame him, I had a loose tooth yanked once and it was not fun).

We were in store when all of a sudden Isaac got very quiet.  Eerily quiet.  I sat Beethan down and looked across the store and I saw him holding something in his hand.  And then he looked up, and just like that Isaac was missing his tooth.  The two front teeth are now gone.  He beamed with pride and I was shocked at just how cute he looked.  He is growing up and it is wonderful to get to watch it happen. 

And now he has moved on to yet another loose tooth.  But this one seems like it is a month or two away.  Daily reports have already started to come in. 

After the tremendous success of the original, a sequel was inevitable.  Ethan loves telling people about his tiny chocolates.  But now, everything has come to fit into the "my tiny...." formula.  First there was Ethan's tiny chocolates, then his tiny spoon, his tiny cups, his tiny shoes, his tiny belly, and one on occasion, his tiny poop (which was distinctly not tiny).  

Its become so pervasive that even his friends at school know that things are "Ethan's tiny X."  One of his friends, George, went home and told his mom that his shoes were Ethan's shoes.  They didn't understand until, at some point, George told his mother "Ethan's tiny shoes."  When she approached Bianca, Bianca explained it all and its clear--the entire world is Ethan's tiny something.