As of today, Connery is no longer a little boy. He woke us up at 6:00 this morning to show us the gap in his bottom teeth:
As was expected, he drew out the drama of losing the tooth for several weeks. Like mother, like son, apparently. The family legend is that my first lost tooth was so loose by the time it fell out that a soggy Cheerio lassoed it and pulled it out. In Connery's case, he waited so long that when he touched it for the first time this morning, it fell out, probably from fatigue and desperation for a change of scenery.
Congratulations, Con-man!