Oh the PAIN! The AGONY!
The obnoxiously annoying, tickling sensation.
The fear of the immense amount of blood that will surely come pouring out.
The horrible feeling of dread and doom.
It hurts now.
I’m anticipating that it’s going to hurt MORE.
There is NO WAY I could fathom myself willingly subjecting myself to the purely torturous event….

*shudder*

Don’t try to act like you don’t remember what that feels like. I know that I’m not the only one who hid that wiggly tooth from mom and dad…

I would literally wait until that tooth was barely dangling from what little piece of meat was left. As soon as my parents would realize that there was indeed a tooth loose from this little girls precious mouth, (oh… by lack of chewing, biting, talking…) they came armed. I would cry, I would plead, I would scream. I would seriously panic. They had to hold me down or trick me. In between yells of bloody murder and desperate cries for help, my mom would somehow wedge that piece of string around my tooth and yank the poor, pathetic piece of enamel out of it’s comfortable little home.  When the horrible deed was complete, I would run whimpering out of the room feeling so very sorry for myself…

Goodness!  What a big baby I was!  Can we say DUUUUURRRRAAAAMA!

However, lucky for us, our 5 year old is the exact opposite. A few days ago, he stated that his tooth was wiggly. Upon careful inspection, we concluded that the tooth was indeed, wiggly. Could it really be? Our 6 year old hasn’t lost any teeth yet nor are there any loose. We told him to leave it alone and it would come out in due time. Did he? Heck no! That’s like telling a race car driver not to drive over 55 mph.

Uuuuh. No.

He moved that sucker around until finally, on Halloween night, we knew it was time.

Mommy knew that she was not up for the task. As a matter of fact, it was mommy that asked him not to mess with it. How in the world was I going to handle this? I couldn’t even handle my own.

Fortunately for us all, daddy is our hero. He is a PRO at removing teeth. I don’t know how in the world he does it. I know that there’s almost always floss, an interesting knot and a quick flick of the wrist. Works like a charm. For him.

Our fearless little leader had a bit of apprehension wondering what daddy and grandma were up to. Why was there blood in the sink when he spit?

“Oh, because you’re cleaning it? Okay…”

It took a couple of tries but that tooth popped right out. Our little trooper had no tears. He was excited! And boy, did he make out like a bandit! Grandma, AKA as “the tooth fairy”, hooked him up with a fat $20. Not bad for a tiny little tooth! LOL…

Thanks for taking the time to stop by and for indulging this proud mommy!  Have a BLESSED and wonderful day!

~Marsha