A few weeks ago, this guy knocked a lower front tooth out while aggressively eating pancakes, because of course he did. He spent the next week forcing the neighboring tooth out. The result is my very favorite kind of smile.
Three years ago, pregnant with the Hunca Munca, the one I worried about was him. My middle guy. I grieved that he wouldn't get to be a baby, wouldn't get as much alone time as the sisters surely would. Today, 2 1/2 years into 3 kids, it was relatively simple to drop big sister at school and leave little sister with grandma and enjoy 4 hours of pure Mister.