After many weeks of trying to get you to pull your wiggly tooth out, you couldn't avoid it any longer. You were home today with a terrible cough and as I was on the phone with a cleaning company, trying to make arrangements for our move, next month, you came up to me with a terrified face, a bloody tissue a wiggly tooth that was trying very hard to get out of your mouth.
After a few minutes on the phone (longest conversation EVER), we went upstairs and I tried to calm you down. You were freaking out and told me your knees were shaky because you were so scared. I don't know why. You've done this four other times and it's never been a horrific ordeal before. Your ability to freak out seems to be inherited from your mother. It's not learned because I don't think you've ever seen me panic over anything. I kept telling you to look at me and that if I didn't look freaked out, YOU didn't have to be freaked out either.
Your hysterics continued and I was trying not to chuckle as your tooth fluttered back and forth every time you took a breath or tried to talk. It was LOOSE!
I finally convinced you to rinse your mouth and then try a pull the tooth out with a tissue. It took some time to calm you down, but you finally did try and it just popped right out. Then you were the happiest kid in the world!
Edit to add later: The Tooth Fairy left you two loonies, two quarters, three dimes and four nickles!
