I can't believe how fast my little girl is growing up! It was just a couple of weeks ago that she discovered her first loose tooth, and by yesterday it was barely hanging on. I was afraid she might swallow it, so I convinced her to let me try pulling it out, and with very little effort, it slipped right from her mouth and into my prodding fingers! I was stunned as I sat there for a second just looking at that tiny little tooth. She, of course, was beyond thrilled, and ran to examine her new smile in the mirror. So how could such tiny little thing make me so very sad?