For the past while I've been keeping a close eye on Ginny's mouth, watching for any sign of her first tooth. It didn't occur to me that there was another mouth in the house that I should have been watching a little closer.
Late in the afternoon on New Years Eve, Ethan came in with a concerned look on his face after playing outside.
"Mom, I fell and bonked my mouth and my teeth are funny now."
That put a concerned look on MY face. Upon examination of the "funny" teeth, we concluded that the two lower front teeth were "very wiggly." Only a few hours later, Ethan lost his first tooth. Literally his first tooth. That was the first one to come in when he was a baby, and now it's the first one to be put in the place of honor underneath the pillow. It's neighbor is acting eager to follow.