The little kids were enchanted by the eighth grade May Pole dancers. It's probably one of the few times a mom can be proud to see her daughter dancing around a pole.
Anderson was so jealous of the kindergartners because they got to sit underneath the pole while the big kids danced around them. I thought he might make a break for the field, but Dad was able to distract him with a shoulder ride.
I can't tell you the number of bubbles-in-the-face I had to endure before I finally caught this picture.
After we got home, Isabella noticed that her tooth was hurting and we realized she had her first wiggly tooth. It kind of made me want to cry. When it finally fell out a few days later I was surprised by the amount of blood involved. Somehow I blocked that part of the loose tooth drama out of my childhood memory bank.
The tooth fairy was so lame that she forgot all about the tooth until about five minutes before the kids were waking up. I blame it on Mapquest. That thing always gives screwy directions. Fortunately, she found our house and was able to swoop in just in time.