Going, going, GONE!

Several weeks ago Benjamin pulled out one of his top teeth and the second one wasn't far behind.
It was so loose it sorta shifted positions to the near middle of his upper gums.

Finally he got it in his head that it must come out before bed so he could have some $ to look forward to in the am.

After several tries and trips to the bathroom to investigate, he got it!
It's always bittersweet when changes, big or small, talk place.  I'll never again see that smile he's been flashing me for the past five years and I'll miss it.   

Benjamin: A little kid came into our room and her name is Angela. She said, 'There’s six cockroaches under the water fountain.' And then Lillie and Geloni and I came and then Mrs. Nichols came and then I started to smash, smoosh, smeesh, smash . . . . smashing the cockroaches. I smashed them by stomping on them and I saw blood or it was wetness from the cockroach [guts] on the bottom of my shoe and then when it was time to go home, Mrs. Nichols gave me a smiley face and a note for my mom and dad. The end

Mrs. Nichols wrote the following in his folder: "Benjamin was a hero today. About 6 cockroaches came out of nowhere and surrounded the water fountains in the K hallway. Benjamin had them stomped flat in less than 60 seconds. I don’t think that I have ever seen feet move quite that fast."

The next day Bemjamin still had stomping on his mind. I asked the kids to bring home their milk and juice cartons from lunch. While waiting in the carpool line at the end of the day he stomped on his backpack as thoroughly as he stomped on the roaches. He forgot his cartons were in there. Nothing wrong with smashed cartons, unless they were full to begin with. I now know that if I want him to bring home cartons I should include the adjective empty. Eeeewww.