Julianna (she’s now 8) just lost another tooth. She doesn’t cotton to losing body parts easily, whether it’s haircuts, finger nail trimmings, or teeth. Lots of build up, anguish, and despair.
Me: We can just pull it out…
J: No! It hurts! I want to do it the old-fashioned way!
Me: Yes… Tie a string, and we pull it.
J: Noooooooooo! It just falls out on its own!
Me: Whatever. Night, night…
We all fall asleep. Minutes later, I am awakened by the strains of Scarlett O’Hara herself:
J: Please, don’t go! You can’t leave me! Please! I’ll never be the same without you!
Me (panicked): What, Honey! What happened?
She hands me her glowing, off-white, bicuspid.
J: See, Daddy. The old-fashioned way.