I stand corrected

I had absolutely no faith in Ben's suspicions that his teeth were starting to get loose. For months he would come out with an occassional, "Hey! I think this tooth is starting to get kind of wiggly!" I would check and it would be firmly planted every time. Every time. Firmly.
So, one day a few weeks ago he claimed he had a wiggler and wanted me to check it. I mentally rolled my eyes. Imagine my surprise when it was indeed wiggling freely. It only took a week or so to make its way out of his mouth and under his pillow. Big boy, Ben.