Brady's tooth

Last night, John and I managed to get everyone in bed before 7:00!  Truly an amazing feat!  He and Avery had a daddy-daughter date night at the church, so before they left, we said family prayer and good night to the boys.  I quietly did the dishes and some laundry, and rummaged through the kids school papers before they returned.  (As a quick side note, John and Avery learned to Salsa on their date.  The instructor called John out and said he was a good dancer.  John will probably deny that.  But, he did tell me today that his hips are stiff from dancing, so he must have been doing something right!)

Then, around 9:15, Brady emerged from his bedroom, wearing a big grin, minus one front tooth.  I was a little confused.  Primarily because I had put him to bed over two hours earlier, and had not heard so much as a peep from him.  And secondly, the missing front tooth had not even felt loose earlier in the day.  (According to Brady it was loose, but when he had me feel it earlier, it felt pretty secure).  He had worked on that tooth for over two hours, bending, pulling, twisting, determined to get it out. 

Brady, triumphant!