All I Want for Christmas...

My youngest son has been front-tooth-less for about three or four months now. In spite of the whole corn-on-the-cob issue, it has not bothered him nor us in the slightest. I might even miss "the gap" once it's gone. It's hard to make Reece cuter than he is, but I think two missing front teeth has just about done it. But alas, he'll have to settle on his "usual cuteness;" the gap is closing.
Apparently, they are in a race. I swear a few days ago, the one on the right (which I'll call Fang) was coming in slightly ahead of the one on the left (which I'll call Chops). Then, it seemed Fang and Chops were in a dead heat. Watching him read tonight at bedtime, I couldn't help but notice Chops is inching ahead. I'll keep you abreast of these exciting details as they unfold.
(D'you think I could get some sponsorships, like NASCAR does? Maybe get some tiny advertising stickers to plaster on his teeth... We could charge for "air time" everytime he spoke or smiled... Hmmmm.... I'm making some phone calls in the morning!)

Looking at Reece's racing teeth makes me chuckle, because I keep thinking of the day they came out.
Late last spring, my mother decided our family needed a trampoline. Apparently, there was something about our landscaping that screamed "Must have large bouncy circle, riiiiiiiight... HERE."
This actually turned out to be a cool family toy. I discovered it's hard to stay in a bad mood after a few bounces, and we came to appreciate how much energy it burned off of our kids, while still keeping them in one spot. Considering Reece, that's no small feat, lemme tell ya.
One beautiful May evening, Reece and his brothers were bouncing away on the trampoline, having a wrestling match (trampoline + sumo wrestling moves = hilarity to the "n-th"). I was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, when all of a sudden, through the back door bursts Reece.
He held his hand under his chin.
"Hey, Mom, look!" [ptooey] "Kagen knocked my teeth out!" he shouted gleefully.
He dropped them in my hand, turned tail and shot back out the door to finish his wrestling match.
Not a trace of blood or tears. Just anticipation to get back in the game.
"Oh, OK," was my stunned yet brilliant response.

And, now we have yet another "Reece" story to chuckle over.
Race results to be posted soon.