Ever since my second son discovered that he can wiggle his teeth out just like his brother, there seems to have been an undeclared war in our house over who can lose the most teeth. In the last four days each boy has lost one - good thing Daddy is willing to play the part of dentist.
Boy One, who always seems too afraid to try new things, for some reason doesn't mind a bit when Daddy pulls out the pliers from his toolbox and pulls and twists and yanks those loose teeth out. I never even hear a peep out of him. What a pain threshold he has! Now he has a tooth missing on the top and another one on the bottom: he looks like a jack-o-lantern.
Boy Two has been working on a bottom tooth (the exact same one that his brother just lost) and finally decided this morning that the time had come for its removal. I had felt the tooth yesterday and knew it wasn't ready yet, but what does Mama know?
Daddy and Boy Two stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and Daddy used fingers, rags and pliers to try and remove the offending tooth, but for some reason it was a lot harder than he thought it would be. After much screaming on Boy Two's part and more blood than usual, Daddy managed to drag the tooth out and looked at it. Whoa! That tooth still had its root attached!
The root was almost as long as the tooth itself, Boy Two was in a bit more pain than he had anticipated, and Daddy was very remorseful that there really had been a good reason for all that screaming. I called the dentist just to relieve Daddy's fears that there wouldn't be any undo effects and was reassured. I taped the tooth up on the calendar like I do with all the others that the kids lose. It's quite impressive, actually. Like fangs.
I guess my kids are brave enough to visit the dentist now. Sitting in a dentist's chair with a stranger will be child's play compared to extractions at home!