The last tooth.

My firstborn no longer has any baby teeth remaining.

Suddenly this silly little treasure chest carries in it the last symbol of his childhood.

Tiny Ninja is 11 and yet somehow still believes or wants to believe in the Tooth Fairy.

I am glad of that.

I’m surprised at how this rite of passage has affected his father and I. It is poignant moment for us.

Sweet dreams, little guy.