So this is the first of many, many tangents that I will have during the course of this 16-day adventure.
On June 8, the first day of this family road trip, we logged more than 500 miles and my 6-year-old lost his first tooth.
It was a bittersweet moment for us. We had arrived late at my aunt's home in Riverside, Calif. My second cousin was in the midst of a graduation party (she just graduated from high school and will be off to UC Irvine in the fall!) when we got there and, to my son's delight the party was complete with a jumpy house.
His tooth had been lose for about a week before, so my husband and I knew that it would go sometime during the trip. Carver hadn't taken more than a few steps inside my aunt's house when he bolted outside.
It wasn't for another hour before he came back in, sweaty and smiling, screaming, "I lost my tooth!" We all giggled and gave him high-fives, then asked where it was. He pointed to the jump house, then ran back for some more jumping.
To say I was disappointed is an understatement but I was happy that he will have a good memory to accompany losing that first baby tooth inside a jumpy house on his first family road trip.
There are worse ways to lose a tooth ;)
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