Ro’s loose tooth was just not interested in coming out and it was starting to hurt her. She tried to wiggle it out, munched on corn on the cob and apples, Ree and TubaDad tried to get it out (not me, I’m a big wimp, I poked out it feebly and then deferred to other braver would-be dentists of the household), and it was just hanging there mocking all of our efforts and pushing against that big tooth that was growing behind it.
So we made a last-minute Friday night dental appointment and took care it:
I had to laugh because Ree was THISCLOSE the whole time. At one point she leaned in so far that her hair brushed across Ro’s face. These two sisters might fight like cats and dogs, but when the chips are down they are 100% there for each other. Ro was a total champ, she didn’t move or make a peep the entire time. Just sat there (no shot even, just some of that numbing gel on a Q-tip) and patiently waited while the dentist pulled and twisted.
Moments after the procedure, Miss Ro showed the world her new beautiful smile:
And then she got to chow on all the frozen yogurt she could hold for dinner because she wasn’t quite up for the crunchy tacos that TubaDad and I were going to have:
Congratulations Ro, by the squeals this morning I’m guessing you were quite pleased with the stuffed pink bunny and golden dollar coins the tooth fairy brought you. And thank you Ree for being such a good sister! Now we’ve got one sister with short hair and one sister with a missing tooth. You’re both growing up so fast:
PS: Let’s hope Ree loses a tooth before the end of the school year, because she teared up a little (you know when they turn their faces to the side and blink really rapidly so they don’t cry?) and said “Now I’m the only one in the whole class who hasn’t lost a tooth.” Aw, sweetie, it’ll happen.