Mini-me has been working on a loose tooth for quite some time now. By last night, it was just hanging there, but I was not permitted to touch it. As we all know, daddies are best at pulling teeth. So this morning before breakfast, Curly gave a gentle tug and out it popped.
Several hours later, and she's still talking about it and checking it out. She thinks it feels weird. I am just glad it's out and done and didn't hurt her. The next one will be a piece of cake. Maybe she'll even let me pull it.