I've had this wiggly tooth for a long time,
probably a month now.
Dad decided it was time to get it out.
I protested quite a bit.
I wiggled it a bit,
I let Mom wiggle it a bit,
but I did NOT let Dad wiggle it.
I don't trust that guy--
and for good reason!
He told me to wiggle it forward
and while my hand was on it,
he SLAPPED MY HAND
and I inadvertently yanked the tooth out.
It bled a lot.
I was not prepared for that.
It was traumatic.
Tucker went from asking when he could lose a tooth
to declaring he was never going to lose a tooth.
I couldn't muster a smile at first
But after the trauma wore off,
I was back to grinning again!
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