This morning started out a little rocky. My middle daughter woke up hesitant to go to school.  She isn’t normally the one that doesn’t want to go to school so we were wondering what was up. After a little crying and some questions, it turns out that she was worried about her loose tooth. She didn’t want it to come out at school and bleed. She also was worried that it would hurt and mommy or daddy wouldn’t be around.

After some hugging and consoling, I was finally able to get her to let me look at it. After even more consoling and convincing, I was able to get her to agree to let me pull it out. But it was a stubborn little front tooth. Her small tooth combined with Daddy’s fat fingers didn’t allow for a good enough grip to pull it out. So we took a break for breakfast hoping maybe some chewing action would extract it. That wasn’t the ticket so we took another break for me to take a shower. Well, she mustered enough courage to yank the thing out herself. She proudly ran up the stairs to show me, holding it like a trophy.

She then continued on her way to getting ready for school with a smile…..less one tooth. And a beautiful smile it is!

I am very proud of her.

…..Dan at aslowerpace