Maia lost the other front top tooth, so she no longer looks like Burns. Now she looks like a kindergarten vampire.
"I miss those baby teeth," I told her last night. "I was so excited when they came, when you were a baby. And now they're gone!"
She leaned into me, smiling. I wasn't trying to be all heavy and nostalgic, but she took it that way.
"Am I still your Bugaboo?" she asked. "Am I still your baby?"
She doesn't often get demonstrative without a deprecating comment or a sarcastic aside. This was no more and no less than what she said, and even as I hugged her and told her I couldn't wait to see the grown-up teeth come in, I could feel the moment move on.