Mommy, the dentist

Some more tooth chronicles…

Last Sunday, exactly a month after she lost her first milk tooth, Mischa lost another one. This one though, Mommy had a role when she played dentist. Armed with a piece of thread (pink, of course) and a cotton ball, Mommy bravely pulled the loose, offending tooth. And viola!


I let her clamp her mouth over the cotton ball to stem the bleeding. She didn’t cry although she admitted it hurt just a teeny bit.

Later that night, she did shed tears for she went looking for the tooth to put under her pillow for the tooth fairy to get only to find out her dad beat her to it (he threw it up the roof, supposedly for the replacement tooth to be strong).

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