Just waxing nostalgic

I recently found out my little boy's 2 lower teeth are wobbly. He's going to get a visit from the tooth fairy soon. This can only mean one thing: I don't have a baby anymore. It's the first step to semi-adulthood, and I don't want to think of what will happen when he discovers the dreaded 3 G's: gangs, gimmicks, girls. Some will say it's too early to worry, but the years can pass very quickly, and before you know it 2 wobbly teeth can lead to a mouth full of permanent teeth, which means the spontaneous hugs and kisses I receive daily will dwindle down to nothing... I better enjoy it while I can.