During Mr. B's semi-annual cleaning yesterday the hygienist told us that his front tooth could come out at any time. She encouraged me to have him twist and pull on it as much as he could stand. Of course I forgot every word she said as soon as we left until this afternoon. Mr. B and I were chatting on his bed and I kept looking at the odd angle of his loose tooth until I couldn't stand it any longer. I asked him if I could try to wiggle it out and he was all for it. Unfortunately my fingers turned out to be too big and they prohibited movement more than helping it so I retrieved my handy spool of floss. After one failed attempt of "tie the floss around the tooth and yank" I was successful in getting the floss up under the gum line, securing it tightly in place and making it impossible to get it off unless the tooth came out (so really there was no turning back at this point unless he wanted to go to school tomorrow with a cinnamon flavored red string hanging out). I said to Mr. B, "I'm going to yank it now, is that okay?" and he said yes so with a cringe I quickly pulled down and found the floss in my hand but no tooth! I looked at Mr. B and said, "Is it gone? Where did it go?". We frantically began the search and found it on his bed where it had blended in with the sheets.
I confirmed to Mr. B that he now looked like a carved pumpkin and he would be put out with the other pumpkins on the porch each night until Halloween is over.
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How appropriate for the season! Our Mr. B is surely growing up.
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