Daddy gave me until the end of the weekend to lose my front tooth. It had been loose for a while and had this nasty habit of bleeding everywhere.
He distracted me with a trip to Dairy Queen, which he bought and paid for with 'pick a bucket of acorns' child labor. We were discussing him pulling the teeth and while I was paying attention to Mommy's questions, Daddy reached in and pulled the tooth out.
I wanted to make a big deal and cry a good bit, but it wasn't all that bad. Swished some warm salt-water and then off to get a Chocolate Dipped Cone.
