Emma Grace lost a tooth today– Another Tooth. She was excited, of course, and I was excited with her. She pulled it out herself on our way home from school. Still, it’s hard to feel like it’s a big deal, as this is number 7.
Meanwhile, I’m pretty sure that Will has lost his last ones. He lost a molar about a week ago, and then another molar a few days ago. They are languishing on the kitchen windowsill. Somehow getting them under his pillow doesn’t seem like a big deal to him anymore.
These are milestones, I guess. Tooth loss is always a big deal to a child in the first grade. And if these are, indeed, the last teeth to go for Will, then that matters, too.
But my children (and you, O Reader, have heard me say this before) are Beyond this kind of thing, for the most part. They have all lost teeth. All are (obviously) potty-trained. Just a few months ago now, Emma Grace got rid of her training wheels. Yes, we’re sort of Beyond the milestone stage for the time-being: not really doing the “firsts” so much as getting along, living, doing the daily thing. We won’t have any major milestones for a while now, I think.
Still, I recognized one yesterday. Not a big deal, really, but a Very American Experience. And it Says Something about my eldest child, my older son, the one who is, slowly but surely, encroaching on my height.
Yesterday, Will had his first Big Mac.
“What does it taste like?” he said. “What does it have on it?” he wondered. And then he ordered one and, with only a brief comment about not anticipating that it would have three (3) buns, he ate the Entire Thing.
I was impressed. That’s a Big Burger. And doesn’t it have onions on it? And some kind of special sauce (special sauces being, of course, one of those things one avoids when one is a Child)? Aren’t there two (2) beef patties on a Big Mac? Isn’t that a lot of food?
He ate it all. And his french fries. And drank most of his chocolate shake.
Yes, I was impressed. This could be the way it goes from now on, when we hit the McDonald’s for lunch. No more Happy Meals for this guy.
For my part, I’ll confess to never having had a Big Mac before in all of my life. It’s just too much food for me. I usually have a cheeseburger.
