removal

Senor Onion has had this one tooth hanging on by a thread for awhile. It was knocked considerably loose by wrestling with his sister. He wouldn't let me pull it out and I just let it be. This morning he was hopping on my bed while I was sorting through laundry. Normally I would say, "don't do that." This time I let him in hopes that something might be knocked loose. Subtle I know. He fell forward and then began to yell. His tooth was sticking out and there was blood. I said, "hold still" and I pull it out. After we tidied him up we had a look at his gap. It was a shocking sight. Not so much the missing tooth but the whole look. He has lost a few teeth but it is that top front tooth. That enormous gap that shows that one is very much a child of school-age. One is struck by the time that has passed. He is going to be six at the end of the month. SIX. Life has happened and continues to happen.
He fashioned quite a look for himself today. Red shorts, a blue t-shirt, a knitted vest that my Mom made for him, and a red winter hat (also made by Grandma) and bedroom slippers. I asked him a few times if he was cold but no, it was just a look.