On St. Nicholas Day, embracing the camera with my goofy afternoon-school buddy…
…who would like everyone to know that he has lost his first tooth:
There was actually an abundance of drama about the loose tooth. He was convinced that all his teeth were going to fall out at once, and loath to hear any suggestions of pulling it. It finally fell out after an ironically well-timed punch in the mouth from an aggrieved brother. The brother was reprimanded, of course–but we were secretly relieved. Brotherly conflict has its uses, apparently.
goings, graces 
So does C get a tooth fairy gift under his pillow AND candy from St. Nicholas in his shoe (or whatever the German variation is)? 🙂
Now that’s a good story that C will be able to tell for years to come of how he lost his first tooth! On another note, can you believe that you have a son who is old enough to lose his first tooth? I still remember holding your sweet little baby boy.