It's like when the oldest child learned to whistle. He couldn't stop. He was so excited about his new skill that he wanted to make sure that he didn't forget how to do it.
Well, the middle one learned to snap at the beginning of the summer. With both hands. And she hasn't stopped. It could be that she doesn't want to forget, it could be that she just can't stop herself, and it could be that she just wants her brothers to know that she can snap and they can't. I don't know what it is, but it's making me crazy!
And she's desperate to lose a tooth. "Mommy, will I lose my teeth when I'm ten?" I don't know, baby, those teeth don't feel like they're going anywhere, anytime soon.