So my daughter had her first loose tooth appear a few weeks ago. It was a stubborn tooth, much like it's owner. Wanted to take it's good ol time coming out. This of course nagged at my husband like an old shrew, so he decided to take matters into his own hands, literally.
As I was enjoying a hot shower, I hear commotion just outside the curtain. The doing was my husband coaxing the tooth out with a piece of tissue and a strong grip. After a few tugs and twists - POP! - it was out. I only really knew it was out when my daughter ripped open the shower curtain, and with a bloody mouth, screamed "OH MY GOD! MY TOOTH IS OUT!" I was too excited (and a bit chilly since my hot shower was interrupted with a cold blast of air) to discipline her for using the Lord's name in vain. She never says that phrase, it's always "Gosh" or "Goodness". I am attributing her lack of holy courtesy to pure astonishment, as it was her FIRST tooth ever to come out. Now it's a common sight, my toothless beauty, who thankfully, has tightened her tongue back.
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