My children returned this evening after having been at their father's house a mere seven days. The week seemed long and empty without them. My son let me know tonight that it felt like 'three weeks long'. The first night is always a bit of an adjustment for us all but we get through it somehow.
As we sat down to dinner tonight, my son showed me his first loose tooth. He had been wiggling it during the past week and wanted me to pull it out after dinner for fear he might swallow it during the night.
And so the time has come for my last child to loose his first tooth. Something for which I have been waiting quite a while. The tooth fairy cometh tonight for my son's first tooth.