He disappeared for about 20 minutes into the bathroom. This is not unusual for my eight year old. So I waited. After about 45 minutes, I became worried, so I knocked and tried to enter... the door was locked.

"Are you alright in there?" I asked.
"Yes, Mommie" he replied, then he unlocked the door.

He was fully dressed, so I asked what he was doing. Apparently he was pulling his tooth. Yes, HE was pulling his tooth. I guess I have scarred my child for life in that department, and he now feels safer pulling his own teeth. *giggle*

This is the 3rd or 4th tooth he has pulled all on his own. "This one should bring in at least 2 bux!" he exclaimed. At least, I replied.

So I will get out the fairey dust that I keep under lock and key.. we can't have that stuff fall into the wrong hands you know. :) I will sprinkle some on his pillow, around his bed, and on his money, of course.

I deeply enjoy this part of being a Mommie.. THESE are good times!