Recently I went on a small hike with Zach (7 years old, adorable as they get). His daddy’s my favorite dentist, btw.

We were hiking down the path collecting rocks. He saw one he liked semi-buried in the ground. Bending down, he tried to pry it with his hands. Looking up he grinned and said, “it’s just a loose tooth in Mother Nature’s mouth.”

Too cute to keep bottled up.