"Welcome to my life."

I was not going to blog tonight. Nope, nope. However, something happened tonight that needed to be written down.

Sergeant has had a loose molar for FOREVER! It is his first molar to get loose, he was determined to pull it out a month ago but he wasn't able to get it. And every day since then we've been asking him "How's that tooth coming along?". Nope, not yet.

Also, Monkey has been wanting to lose teeth for FOREVER! She has been telling people she has loose teeth for a year or more. Nothing has come out yet.

As I was getting the girls out of the tub tonight, I checked in on Monkey's mouth and I could see a little nub of a new tooth coming in behind one of her front bottom teeth and that tooth was decidedly loose. Yay! Ecstatic Monkey! She quickly got dressed, brushed her teeth, and ran downstairs to show Daddy her mouth. Next thing I knew, I had Sergeant skulking up the stairs, very slowly.

I have been designated the official tooth puller in the house. My fingers are smaller than Hubby's and I can get a better grip on the white little nubs.

He told me that he was told to get mommy to pull his tooth out. So I got my fingers ready and approached. He flinched, he tensed before I even got my fingers on the silly thing. It took me less than 10 seconds to get it! And he stood there. Stunned. He was anticipating more pain, maybe? the sound of bones cracking perhaps?

But, once Monkey saw what I had done for Sergeant, she demanded that I try it for her. Her tooth wasn't, isn't that loose. So I did a little pull, just a little harder than I had when I was just wiggling it, and stopped. I know when to stop. She was not a happy Monkey. She felt her tongue all around, put a tissue in her mouth for the blood (there was only a single drop...) and sat next to me needing cuddles because it was just too much. Then she discovered a hole.from where the tooth had cracked from the root.

Still crying, she got up and showed Daddy the hole. He was less sympathetic than she had wanted. She needed to be fawned over and coddled. So she showed Sergeant next. "Look, I have a hole! and it hurts!"

He examined her mouth carefully. Squinted those killer blue eyes and peered into the recess of her mouth. He told her that it would make it easier to pull now.

Then she said "But it really hurts!"

To which that 9 year old responded with the wisdom of a tooth pulled veteran, "Welcome to my life."

And Hubby and I nearly died.

So now, we have a girl who is experiencing new feelings in her mouth but is now getting excited again for it to fall out. "Maybe even at school tomorrow!" And we have an almost 10 year old imparting the wisdom of the tooth losing to the littlest of the family.