Fun in the sun and moonlight, post #3

Peter's lower front four teeth have been loose since his dentist appointment in January. More recently, his adult bottom front teeth, which couldn't wait, started popping through before the babies were ready to leave (a thoroughly normal, though uncommon, phenomenon, according to our dentist). The babies have been wiggling for a while now, with Peter scared and excited at the same time. He had a hard time eating a soft pretzel at the Red Sox game, since it hurt his wiggling tooth so much. So that night, while preparing S'mores for the campfire, he had a raw marshmallow and winced in pain. Thinking not much of it, I suggested that he take smaller bites. It was later that I saw that his wiggly tooth had finally come out -- swallowed in marshmallow, it seems! He was beyond excited and used the reward from the tooth fairy (who apparently used *his* magic to take the tooth out of Peter's stomach, so he says) to buy a nice souvenir at the ballgame. Now he can't wait for the next one.

We went fishing at W.P. Franklin Locks in North Ft. Myers. It was apparently a good fishing spot since the people next to us were reeling them in one after another and they were not small. Peter had in mind that we should catch our own dinner, so we tried. As you can see, there are no pictures on this post because even though our neighbors had bursting nets, we had not a bite. So we made up for it by going to Pincher's Crab Shack. By the time the day was done, Peter was literally begging to go to bed. This never happens.