First one done with dinner, first one ready for school, first one in the car, first one with teeth brushed, first one ready for bed.
(Hey, I never said it was necessarily a bad thing...this competitive drive of theirs.)
Middle has taken it to the extreme.
You see, once Middle started losing his baby teeth, it then became a competition to "catch up" with Eldest, who has lost 8 teeth thus far.
I swear the kid has been yanking out his teeth, left and right, all in the pursuit of reaching 8 teeth lost JUST LIKE HIS BROTHER.
I mean seriously, look at him (but please ignore the donut remnants on his face):
But Middle wasn't yet done - oh no he wasn't! That right side upper tooth didn't stand a chance, for it was lucky number 7 to be lost this weekend.
I mean, the child has absolutely NO FRONT TEETH with which to chew his food!
I'm thinking I need to buy stock in applesauce.
And then we have Baby.
Baby, who pouts each and every time Middle loses a tooth, because he wants to lose one too! And it's NO FAIR. And WHY CAN'T HE? And when is it HIS TURN?
I only wish I were kidding.
Those damn steadfast chicklets. Not even a wiggler.