Anthon lost his first tooth!

Easter morning, Anthon woke up with a mouthful of teeth. All healthy and solidly rooted in his mouth. By breakfast, he told me his tooth was kind of hurting, so I checked it for any redness in the gums, tried wiggling it, and found nothing wrong. In primary, a couple of hours later, he turns around in his chair and shows me--with a big old grin on his face--that his tooth is loose. I checked it after Church, and sure enough, it was a bit wiggly. We taught him how to chew on the other side of his mouth, and told funny stories about losing our own teeth in apples, or whatever. By dinner, it was VERY loose. Literally holding on by a thread. Kirk asked Anthon if he could try one time to pull it out, and if it didn't come out, he'd wait to try again until the next day. Anthon was very brave, and excited, and said "Sure." So, with a washcloth, Kirk grabbed the tooth, gave a little tug, and out it came! It was very anti-climatic. There wasn't any whining, or fussing, or bleeding or anything. All in one day. It got loose, and it came out. That's it. And that's so Anthon!