Meet Fredy, again. I believe Fredy ends up in a lot of my photos partly because he is always around and really outgoing. But Fredy is of that age where the remainder of your baby teeth are on their way out, and your adult teeth are on their way in. Wouldn’t it be great if when you had all your adult teeth you were actually an adult!? I don’t think so. I think I might still have a baby tooth lingering in mi boca if you know what I mean. Anyway. Fredy’s tooth was pretty loose and he had been playing with it all night. He wiggled it and wiggled it without success. It got it to the point where you should probably just tie a string from the tooth to the door knob and shut the door. I even demonstrated the process to him with the door jokingly to him and he laughed back and shook his head with a big smile. In the end, his tooth remained in his mouth, and he had to wait another night for the tooth fairy.