She told me, “Mom, my tooth is loose,” and she wiggled it with her tongue.
I cringed. “I see that.”
“I just…want to…pull…it…out,” she grunted through a wadded up paper towel.
“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…
Then, Dave intervened.
And the Tooth Fairy will be visiting tonight.