Oh yes, just as soon as I finally got that first one out, the second one wiggled loose and has now slid to the middle of his mouth. It’s like some cycloptic dental nightmare. And he’s back to wiggling it at me and sticking it out at me. And yesterday he gets off the bus and says “Mom, I showed all the girls in my class my tooth and they all said GROSS! But you’re the only one who won’t even look at it.” (shudder) Have I mentioned how fricken much I hate teeth? I never pulled any of my own teeth. I waited until they fell out. I don’t even know how to get those suckers out. I almost fainted when Steve started wiggling it around for him. I gagged and had to look away.

Yesterday I saw the Dad who I laughed at, and told him how I was paying so dearly for that. He laughed and said “Yeah, um, NEVER laugh at another parent’s trauma.” So, so right. Hold me.

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