Every mom has one - the obligatory, kid-without-front-teeth photo. Here's mine. Now I can't call her Snaggletooth anymore.
Amelia does not like pain. To avoid pain, she refuses to let anyone wiggle, pull, or otherwise mess with her loose teeth. She let her first loose tooth (a bottom one) go until it literally fell out of her mouth on its own in the middle of the night. I guess inflation is real because the Tooth Fairy left a $20 under the pillow. Hmm...that's the same tooth fairy (also known as Grandma) that used to leave ME a quarter.
When it was time for the first top tooth to come out, it was hanging weird. I didn't think it would come out its own. We were en route to the dentist to have it pulled when Amelia decided she would rather pull it herself, so she did, in the parking lot of the dentist's office. My pocketbook thanks her. She repeated the drill - again, in the parking lot of the dentist's office - when it was time for the second front tooth to come out.
In the meantime, I was getting ready to go to trial on a dental case and was studying up on dentistry and tooth anatomy at home. Amelia was fascinated with some of the dental photos. She began talking about becoming a dentist. Who knows...maybe she will. I think that plan is a little more potential than her current plan - ballerina.
As she said, "I can be a dentist-ballerina!" Fine. Just don't pirouette with a drill in your hand.
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