The tooth fairy is working overtime around here this week. Yesterday morning, as we made ready to leave for the day, Mojo approached me holding a bloody rag at his mouth and announced that one of his front teeth was coming it.

Yeah, it was pretty loose and bleeding -- but time is money, so I reached into his head and ripped it the rest of the way out. He was very happy. We wiped the blood from his face, he ate a bowl of Corn Pops, and off he went to summer camp... with a smile that looked like a train wreck.

By the time I picked the up from camp in this afternoon's deluge of rain, that one remaining front tooth looked even more crooked. We went to Capri Pizza and it was all I could do to make the little guy laugh -- because seeing that smashed-up doofus-smile really cracked me up.

But it wasn't long after we got home tonight that it too came out. Now he's got a giant blank space in the upper grill. For now, at least.

Exciting stuff.