The Self-proclaimed Tooth-Pulling Expert

A milestone is approaching. 

Camille has a loose tooth.  Her first loose tooth.  It has been a bit wiggly for awhile, but now it is actually so wiggly that it isn't even straight anymore.

She talks big.  Oh yeeeah baby. (Check that...with the exception of the time that she told Livvy she couldn't eat brussel sprouts because it might make her tooth fall out and then proceeded to eat rock-hard, uber-crunchy pita chips.)

For example:

"Mom, Dad's gonna pull my tooth tonight so the tooth fairy can come."

" I can't wait to lose my first tooth." 

"Will you get a special jar ready so I can put my tooth in there for the tooth fairy when dad pulls it?"

She even lusts after the tooth-loser hall of fame in the nurse's station at school.

HOWever, when push comes to shove....or should I say when pull comes to pull....the talk is talk.  Nope, no walking that talk here.

A few nights ago, she was sitting on my bed finishing up reading.  Exit left to brush teeth.  Reenter. 

Mom:  Hey, did you get your teeth brushed?  Let me check out that bottom tooth. 

Wiggle wiggle.

Enters Dad stage left. 

Dad proceeds to wiggle wiggle.

Dad:  Camille, let's get that tooth pulled tonight.

Camille:  (whimper)

Dad:  What?

Camille:  Dad, it's just that I'm not that big a fan of tooth-pulling.


Nice try.  Like you've had so much experience.  And who really  is a fan of tooth-pulling anyway?  (Well, besides the dentist.)