
Carys has had a loose tooth for a few months now. After almost a year of talking about it (because one of her school mates lost one at 4 yrs!). She finally managed to wiggle the tooth free tonight without tears. According to her she was in the closet when she finally managed to break it loose and heard a "crack" (her words). She showed me and I must say I did not expect my stomach to feel so queasy, but it did. So I offered to try to pull it out-eek. Napkin in hand, I tried to yank it halfheartedly, I admit. Carys was adamant, I was not to yank it (OK, no problem) but I could pull it. So we agreed she could continue to wiggle it until it fell out (it was literally hanging in her mouth). After playing with it while I cooked dinner, it came out without a frown.
So she's on cloud 9, Helen is happy for her and a little jealous of the impending tooth fairy visit, and I'm glad I did not have to do minor surgery before dinner. We made a little tooth purse for it and currently, it's under her pillow with a little baby Carys tooth waiting to be exchanged for some tooth fairy goodness.