Isn't he a little young for that?

My 5-year-old lost his first tooth this morning.

Say it with me:  Isn’t he a little young for that?

Right?  Because... well, to be fair, I have no idea how old you’re supposed to be when you lose a tooth, but it seems young to me anyway.  Of course, I thought it was early when my 8-year-old lost his first tooth the summer before he started Kindergarten.  So, what do I know? 

Maybe I’m just having a hard time with them growing older.  (Not that it has anything to do with the fact that if they’re growing older, I’m growing older, too.  I’m still in my 20s thankyouverymuch [*insert husband’s eye roll here*].)  But, I miss the younger years.  When they snuggled and pretty much believed everything I told them (I blame school for this one no longer applying).  The 5-year-old is still mine, but I’m losing my 8-year-old.  Oh, he’ll humor me with a hug or (gasp!) even snuggling through a whole half-hour TV show.  I love the age he is now, don’t get me wrong.  He understands humor and sarcasm (bless him – he is my boy); he’s smart compassionate and can wipe his own ass.  But, he calls me Mom.  And looking at pictures of him at age 2, I just get sad.

As for my 5-year-old, he still thinks I’m brilliant.  And still calls me Mommy.  And truly loves being with me.  Yesterday, he followed me around while I cleaned toilets and said he never wants to lose me.  I mean, could you just die?  I love these boys so much, I could eat them.

And dang, they are funny.  Whenever they say something particularly hilarious, I text my sister.  And, bless her heart, she has kept a running list of them.  So, in honor of my baby losing his first tooth, here are a few of his running commentary.  Enjoy!  I sure did.

(to the automatic doors):  "Thank you, doows! I'm vewy pwowd of you, doows."

"I can't wait til I can dwive by myself."  (me:  I can.)

"Mommy, thank you fow the best hot chocowate." (Forward bow)  "Thank you, youw highness."

"Mommy, don't touch my pwecious cookies!"

 (while eating ice cream): "My tongue has bwain fweeze."

Him:  "I want a snack."

Me:  "You just had a donut."
Him:  "Yeah, but this is diffewent."

I'm going to be supersad when he can pronounce cowectly.