Noah's had one of his front teeth loose for about nine months. I am not kidding.
But finally last night it had turned all, as we call is, snaggle-toothed. Translation: hanging all crooked by a thread.
Brian was at work late so it wast just the boys here with me.
I have never pulled a tooth. Not even mine. They were all pulled by my parents.
So the whole thing gives me the heebie-jeebies. Just typing it now I am kind of shuddering and wiggling in the chair.
But it was looking like one midnight yawn in the wrong direction and he'd be swallowing said tooth.
And so I did it. I pulled his tooth.
And he didn't cry. And I didn't throw up.
He woke up this morning and yelled out, "Mom the Tooth Fairy came!"
Round these parts, said fairy brings "Two Golden Dollars" (which are two of the US Sacagawea dollars and are a big hit as they rarely see them otherwise).
Me? I rolled over and looked at my bedside table and...nuthin. Ah well, at least I now can have the Tooth Pulling Parent badge.
