Pulling teeth, do you remember how it's like?

Last week, my son lost his baby teeth for the first in his life. All over the week, it started to wobbling, and he had been waiting to pull out. In the kindergarten, a few boys and girls had already been lost their teethes. They must be proud and being celebrated by others. He had showed me and my wife his rocking teeth every day. "It's going to be pulled, isn't it?" "Isn't it pain?" "When it come?" "Should I went to the dentist?" "What happened if I gulp my teeth down?"...it seemed to him that's all wonder and mystery. So when it came, a surprise and joy wrapped him so that completely.

It was happened in the morning, me and him reading the book on a bed. It was a book about the black hole in the galaxy. As I read aloud about the temperature of black hole, suddenly, his teeth popped up from his mouth. He was chewing his favorite yellow blanket, and when he pulled it, his teeth was pulled, so it popped out. He was pretty amazed to see his separated teeth. "I did it, the teeth, dad, see? It was pulled! I did it..." He dashed, downed the stair to show his teeth to his mom. What an excitement! He even showed it to his grandma and other relatives calling a video chat. And on the next day, he repeatedly showed us his teeth again and again.

It might be fun to feel the growing of body in the youth. Its feeling became too far to remind for me grown-ups. As changing, they might be the same, but our changes are aging, not growing, and it's not so much fun. Please, may my teeth stick to firmly to my mouth.