Megan has been waiting to lose her first tooth since shortly after her fifth birthday. At her semi-annual dental check-up that July, her dentist mentioned that kids generally lose their first tooth between the ages of five and seven. As she approached the ripe old age of 6-1/2, and is surrounded by many toothless first-graders, she was becoming quite concerned with her own mouth's failure to keep the pace. Near the end of October, we got our first real wiggler. By the third week of November, she was chasing me around the house wiggling it with her tongue and relishing the fact that it totally grossed me out (like seriously the WORST thing I've experienced as a parent thus far, and we have had some real doozies in our collective ten years of parenting these gals). Finally, on Black Friday, the tooth had shifted for the last time, and she agreed to let me pull it. We both prepared ourselves for what turned out to be a complete non-event. The minute I touched the thing, it just popped out (please note that I am in no way complaining that it was not more involved).
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TOOTHLESS! |
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There's a tiny little tooth in that hand |
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Official Tooth Fairy Receipt |
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