Chomps tooth was very loose Thursday night. He insisted on waiting for Daddy to pull it, but R was at a scotch tasting in Rowayton that night. Friday morning, Ric left for work before Chomps was awake. I asked if he wanted me to give it a tug, but he said he was going to wait for Daddy. Chomps, who is usually my best eater, had slowed way down. I guess by lunch time he was famished because down went the PB&J and down went the tooth.