Harry first noticed that his tooth was wobbly while we were waiting in line at Disneyland. He was thrilled! He couldn't leave it alone, and I must admit that I was quite excited too. I thought it was quite early for him to be losing teeth as I can still clearly remember losing mine, but lots of his friends have lost them already and apparently losing teeth does go on until the age of 10 or even older.
It took over a week from the first wobble until it came out. During the afternoon we were excitedly wobbling away, and I could tell that it wouldn't be long. But when it finally happened as Harry was tucking into his post dinner ice cream, he surprised us by being really upset. I don't know if it was the smear of blood that ended up in his cornet, or the unfamiliar feeling of the soft gum underneath, but it really bothered him. He refused to touch or even look at his tooth, and he took himself off to bed, really subdued and without any of the usual fuss.
Of course this was all forgotten the next morning when he found the shiny £1 coin left by the Tooth Fairy (yep, it's gone up just a bit since I was little) and the excitement of showing his new gap all his friends at school. Now the other front tooth has the hint of a wobble, and with no sign of new teeth appearing it looks like we are going to have to get used to the new gappy look for a while yet!