On 2 December, Littlest lost her first tooth! Earlier in the day, she'd eaten a cupcake pop that proved to be the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. Because loose teeth make me go week in the knees as nausea overtakes me (sad but true), we waited for J to come home from work. While waiting for J, Bop proceeds to show me a blow-through-my-mouth-and-my-tooth will-wiggle type tooth.
It turned out to be a two for night.
J pulled Littlest's tooth without any protest from her; in fact, she immediately expressed her delight that the tooth fairy would visit her. Bop cried a bit (blood apparently spurns her tear ducts into operation).
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