'Toothless Terror'

The Boy magician has had a very a very loose tooth all weekend and as he went to bed last night it was barely hanging on by a thread, but he wouldn't pull it out.

This morning when he woke up, he came into our bedroom and said "Dad my tooth's gone". "Where has it gone" I asked him. "Don't know" he answered.

I told him that he must have either swallowed it in his sleep or it's fallen out in his bed. He went back and had a look and found it laying in his bed.

Tooth number 5 gone. I wonder if the other top front one will be still there for his birthday in a couple of months time?