Hazel went to the dentist for the first earlier this week and was told she had two loose teeth. She’s been wriggling one of the bottom ones at the front regularly since then at by lunchtime Sunday – you could see it was ready to come out as it hurt her to bite down on some corn.
So with a little gentle nudging she let me pull it out.
Quick and painless. She had been a sourpuss all morning but her mood picked up considerably with the excitement of a potential visit from the tooth fairy who she knows through the Pinkalicious series of books.
Ever wondered what would happen if poor Rapunzel was hard of hearing? It sure ain’t her hair that she starts tossing out the window . . .
