This morning Michael showed me exactly how loose his tooth was. Yuck. He finally confided in me the reason for his lack of excitement over this childhood milestone: he thought it would hurt when it came out. I tried to reassure him that yes, it would hurt...but only a teensy bit and only for a second or two. He didn't buy it. However, he did find a new ambition in making it more wiggly. He gave that tooth quite a work out with his tongue most of the morning.
Shortly after we arrived at Andrew's therapies, mid-afternoon, Michael parked himself in front of me and said, "Ok, Mom, I want it out now." I asked him if he was certain, reminding him that it may hurt. He said he was certain......and determined. So I had Ellie retrieve a piece of toilet paper from the bathroom, something to give me a good grip on that wiggly little bugger. I clamped on.....gave a good, swift yank and.....voila!.....came up holding a tiny pearly white. Michael jumped when I yanked & had quite a startled look on his face, but once he saw his tooth in the palm of my hand his expression turned to amazement. He got even more excited and amazed when I took him into the bathroom so he could see his new smile, minus his bottom right tooth. Nothin' cuter than a kiddo with a crooked grin, in my opinion.
