She told me, “Mom, my tooth is loose,” and she wiggled it with her tongue.

Julia has a loose tooth.

I cringed. “I see that.”

Thinking about yanking that loose tooth out.

“I just…want to…pull…it…out,” she grunted through a wadded up paper towel.

No, that hurts.

“But it hurts,” she whined.

“Give it some time. It’ll come out,” I told her. “Eat an apple.”

She spent most the day doing this…

See my loose tooth?

Wiggling the tooth

…and that.

Then, Dave intervened.

And the Tooth Fairy will be visiting tonight.

Lost tooth!