For children loose teeth are of paramount importance! BUT I thought Deep Thinker would NEVER lose his first tooth.

In kindergarten, his first peer reported a baby loose tooth. Then the next person. Pretty soon everyone is losing teeth. Except Deep Thinker. He handled it well…until about the middle of first grade. Then a few times he got really anxious…but last summer he FINALLY got a loose baby tooth! After this, it was Internet 24/7. He kept searching for how to pull a loose tooth. He kept ASKING me how to pull a loose tooth. Questions about the toothfairy. By the time he finally lost his first tooth, I was ready to pull my hair out! Finally, about 4 months ago (in the 2nd grade!), he lost his first tooth. Huge celebration (and relief for me).

He just lost his fourth tooth last night–this took place while our neighbors were watching the boys for us. My husband and I had gone out to a movie, and our friend Rosie stayed with the boys.

Well, we saw our movie, and it was nice, but it was also nice to get home and hear a calm, quiet house with all of our boys asleep. BUT Rosie reported that Deep Thinker lost his tooth while we were gone. I love how he told Rosie about it. Here’s the dialogue they had–oozing with 2nd grade sweetness and lack of self-conciousness:

Deep Thinker: I went into the bathroom to poop. While I was in there, my tooth came out.

Rosie: WOW! That’s great!

Deep Thinker: Call my Mom to tell her.

Rosie: I’ll definitely tell her!

Deep Thinker: I know where her phone number is. I can give it to you.

Rosie: Thank you.

He he. Rosie didn’t call us immediately, as she knew we were out watching a movie. But she let us know about this development, and Deep Thinker was happy to find $1 under his pillow. Though as seemingly with all other things, he was kind of hoping for more:)

Oh my. My first grader has been using the computer more and more. I am not ready for this. Yet I encourage it. We often use it together to find the answers to his questions–you know, things like “What’s a spider web made of, Mom?” So he has seen me do Internet searches many times.

The other day he said he wanted to do an Internet search. So I said, “Sure, what should we search for?” He explained that he, only he, wanted to do an Internet search, and could I leave the room please.

Uuuuuuhhhh, no. But I was so curious about what he wanted to search for and knew there was no way of getting it out of him. So, I left the room. And when the taps on the keyboard stopped, of course, I ran right back in to see what the big secret search was for.

I nearly died with laughter. I am putting a photo of the Internet screen here–click on it to make it larger. I know many of you can decipher the first grade spelling, but for those who can’t, the translation is below.

[Translation: How to draw a butt.]

Deep Thinker wrote the funniest story for school. The teacher lets them write anything they want, and usually he comes up with some pretty gross boy themes that seem to involve … sorry, but burping and things of this nature. (This is only during their free writing time–at other times they write about more standard topics.) This story didn’t contain any gross parts, but was funny nonetheless:

“Once upon a time I made a snowman. His powers were squirting milk from his zuzu’s [This is the word my boys use for "chest" or "breast"]. One day an angry chicken tried to get the snowman, he was too powerful to get him. Also, I taught the snowman kungfu to defeat his enemies.”

He also explained that his teacher asked “What is a zuzu?” I don’t think I want to know what that conversation sounded like.

First he played with the Ken doll and the motorcycle for a while. That didn’t surprise me.

Then, he picked up the “prettiest” Barbie in the bunch. The only one with super long hair and a really pretty dress. And I thought “oh, it’s true, boys do like dolls!”

Rowdy looked at the Barbie for a few seconds. Then he proceeded to slowly pull her skirt up and inspect the Barbie. Next, he pulled her blouse up and looked around carefully and noted that she has large zuzu’s (boobs).

Then he put the skirt and blouse back down and said, “She has really pretty hair.” I know this is normal at some point–any input welcome here–is this suppose to start at 3.5 years of age?!?

PS. I strongly recommend clicking on this doll to get a close-up–but brace yourself, she’s not very, uh, pretty.

A while back, Deep Thinker was taking a bath and noticed he had leg hair. He was SO excited and said “Mommy, Mommy, I have leg hair! I can’t WAIT to tell Daddy about this!”

Today we were walking to school, and he was explaining that he now has more leg hair (which is not noticeable to me, but nonetheless…) I was trying to find complimentary words that would support the pride he feels about his leg hair…”Oh, wow. You’re…uh…that’s great. You have lots of leg hair! You’re…”

And he added “the hair-growing MASTER.”

PS. Sometimes Deep Thinker likes to take photos with my digital camera. It’s always fun to see what he comes up with. This is one he decided to take of his foot, however, his leg hair is also slightly visible:)

I have a shirt that Rowdy Rebel LOVES. The shirt has a bird on it.

So the other day, he points to the head of the bird on my shirt and says “bird…bird…head!” Then to the foot. “Bird…bird…bird…foot!”

Finally, he points right under the tail and says, “bird…bird..boggom.” Boggom. That one had me laughing for a long time.