Then a little blood. A pair of pliers as assistance (just someone joking around...)
A lot of wiggling, refusing to eat until it fell out, even if it took 3 days. And then the spittle of a little white tooth falling.
At first I was concerned, but then our dentist (Sunday afternoon, good to have a friend as a dentist) said that it was time. I know kids loose teeth, but my kids are still babies. Well, I guess not anymore. We just didn't prepare for it. No little toothy pillow or box or fairy bell. Just a baggie. And not even a great baggie, no name WalMart baggie.
The tooth fairy takes any vessel.
Today, still in a bit of shock, Sam asked if bread is a good thing for a kid with one tooth to eat.