Originally happened - May 4, 2010
Tooth #2 was a toughie. It did NOT want to come out. It was the most wiggliest tooth EVER... but it wasn't letting go... even though your big permanent shark tooth was trying to shove it out of the way. Finally, it was at the point that we HAD to get it out so you wouldn't swallow it while you slept.
You wouldn't let us pull it, so we had you rock it back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth... and finally...
POP! There it is!
There was a little blood and quite a few tears... but after about 10 minutes, you were fine and so proud. Then you called Grandma and Grandpa, Papa and Grandma, and Aunt Lois and Uncle Jim to announce the big news.
And on the tooth count, the bottom tooth next to missing teeth #1 and 2 is loose, and your top right tooth is loose too. The race is on to see which will fall out first.
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