Two-th!

Iver lost his first tooth at the end of February. Less than two weeks later, after spending many days very wiggly at a very strange angle, his second (right) lower tooth came out this week on Wednesday during dinner.

He loves showing off his gap-toothed smile. When I asked him if eating is now hard(er), with the gap, he said "not really."  His speech is about the same (the "th-ame").

"And now my tongue has a home to rest." 

I wasn't sure when we can expect replacement, permanent teeth to erupt. I wondered if Iver, who had a teeth cleaning earlier in the week, had asked his dentist about this. He replied, "Nope. But I think my lower tooth will come in as soon as I lose an upper one."  I am pretty that, scientifically speaking, this is not actually the case, but I guess "we'll 'th-ee'"...