It hadn't been brushed for a solid 10 days and it had been hanging at a precarious angle since last Thursday. And by precarious I mean awkward and unappealing. He wouldn't let me touch it and he wasn't interested in even discussing removing it himself.
That's why it's such a good thing that he's a rambunctious kind of guy who became involved in some sort of mock speed skating event at school that knocked that puppy clean out of his mouth yesterday.
He told me that he feels more grown up with it gone and that he'll be a man once he loses all of them. My heart can hardly handle the thought but this is pretty cute: