Noah lost a tooth.
And I don't think I've seen anything cuter than his smile in quite a long time.
The loss of this tooth came as a surprise, at least to me and Paul. He lost it at his friends, while jumping in the bounce house. My first thought was that he'd knocked it out. But it turns out he'd told Paul a few days earlier that it was loose. Paul didn't believe him.
The toothfairy came that night.
Noah was very excited about the "100 cents" she left him.
Stay tuned...the next tooth is already loose.