Elizabeth lost her first top tooth (third overall) after two hours of wiggling and agonizing and working up her courage to yank it out. Did I say "her" courage? I meant mine. She begged me to pull it out for her right away, but I was too squeamish about causing her pain and couldn't make myself do it. Finally, she had bothered it enough that she was in tears anyway, so I manned up and did the dirty deed.
Thank goodness that's over. Hopefully Isaac will be home at the critical time for the next ones!
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