At bedtime last night, Max had giggled his front tooth almost out. He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and began yelling "Mom, I need a cinnamon roll"! When I got there he was sitting on the toilet trying to pull his tooth out. I joined him for the event but everytime I got close to the tooth he would yell OUCH and we would have to stop. The thing was dangling there by the last thread, but somehow would not break loose on its own. We really thought he would swallow it over night. So as Max gave up to go to bed, I bumped it forward with my finger and knocked it free. He gave me the dirtiest look, but alas the tooth was out (apparently he was going to pull it out on his own someday or it was going to walk out on its own). 
At first I wasn't really sure why Max needed me to get him a cinnamon roll at bedtime. Then it hit us, the last time he lost a tooth was on Super Bowl Sunday while eating a cinnamon roll. It worked once, so he thought why not eat something yummy and loose a tooth!
After all the excitement, Max ran down to the basement to grab a couple lizards and set them next to the tooth box. He later added the Darth Vader alarm clock and stuffed animal to the line up. I asked him why we needed all this around his tooth and he replied "so no one steals my tooth and uses it to get stuff from the toothfairy for themself!" Of course, why didn't I think of that? The toys are now known as the "Tooth Protection Crew". And by the way, they did their job!
Lant informed me that yesterday was also Star Wars Day. Yes because "May the 4th" be with you!
