Owen has been waiting for this to happen for years. He finally has loose teeth - two. One is definitely more loose than the other and he's pretty much busy wiggling it constantly. He asks me if I'd like to try it several times a day (which I love doing). On Sunday he asked as Reese was sitting with me and then he let her give it a try. She put her tiny little finger in there, moved it back and forth and said with the utmost authority:
"Your tooth is broken. You should go see the dentist again."