8 in 8 (an update)

This was originally posted February 19, 2009:

Jake lost his 8th tooth last night.

I started thinking about how he has lost his teeth. It has been an adventure with each one!

He had the I'm too afraid to pull it out, until it got so loose that it fell into the toilet by accident tooth. Then, of course, he had the "Let me feel how loose your tooth is," before dad quickly pulled it out tooth. He had the "Hey, look what's in my apple!" tooth. Then he had the tooth that was so loose he couldn't eat breakfast because he wanted it to fall out at schooltooth, but then he lost it later that day at his friends house, only to find it weeks later. And last night he ran into my room with the it's midnight and I decided to wiggle my tooth until it fell out surprise tooth.

The nice part about it all is that the Tooth Fairy has been very understanding. She has flown from Fiji each time he lost a tooth to leave him a gold dollar. She even accepted a few notes in lieu of the tooth when the tooth couldn't be found.

Thank you Tooth Fairy!

Now let's fast track to March 17, 2013. Not only did we have a fabulous day celebrating St. Patrick's Day  which basically means that we spent the day wearing green so that we didn't get pinched to death and also ate a very Irish meal of corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, soda bread and potato candy, but we also had the pleasure of seeing this when Jake sat down after passing the sacrament in church:

And (of course) we couldn't resist taking a picture during church, because heaven forbid we miss out on a photo op.

Apparently, Jake was flipping his tooth with his tongue while he oh-so-respectfully passed the sacrament when the tooth just fell out. He didn't know quite what to do, so he hid it in his mouth for a while, until that started to get too gross, and the quickly put the tooth in his pocket.