Long legs and two wheeled bicycles and more technological knowledge than their mother has is just part of kids growing up. Pants become too short. Eyes are rolled. Sharp tongues develop. Unfortunately for me, my daughter’s latest milestone is just a painful dagger to my heart. This morning, with a look of wild glee in her eyes, she presented her upturned palm, in it a bloody molar, her very last baby tooth. I gagged. She giggled. Delightful way to wake up in the morning, I must say.