This is what I get.
Boys. They are so much more awesome than I ever would have imagined.
When Shark Boy was learning to walk (he walked at 10 months goodgrief) he fell and chipped a perfect little crescent shape out of the bottom of one front tooth. I tried not to be upset
I was devastated. Then a few weeks later at church, he was standing next to me and put his face down on a marble bench, gently, no smashing or banging, and chipped a perfect little crescent shape out of the bottom of the other front tooth.
I.could.not.believe.it. The shapes matched exactly.
In pictures you can only tell if you are looking for it, and by the time he was 3ish, the crescents had worn down and evened off, and it was as if nothing happened.
He has a beautiful smile (despite evidence to the contrary above).
And now it's changing again.
The other front tooth is loose and will be out soon. I taught him the song "All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth," complete with lisp, which he found hysterically funny.
He also decided, I believe, that it's best to play along like the Tooth Fairy is real, just in case you don't get any cash if you admit that she's not.
PS: Yikes, does he needs a haircut.