On our camping trip this past weekend, a momentous occasion occurred: our 6-year-old son, James, lost his first tooth (it’s actuallythe second tooth that is missing. He knocked the first one out just before he was three). We were riding from our campsite to the pool when I hear, “I lost a tooth!” You did? ”Yeah! I thought it was bacon from breakfast, but when I took it out, it was my tooth!” It certainly was. We turned around to go back the the campsite to tell Daddy. I carefully wrapped the tooth in foil and the tooth fairy came the night we got home (James wanted to wait until we were home). It seems like just yesterday he got his first tooth and now he’s lost his first tooth. Sigh…He’s growing up.