Yesterday morning, Gracie announced at the breakfast table that she had a wiggly tooth. I investigated. She did in fact have a wiggly tooth. However, she apparently didn't know that it would be hard to eat with a wiggly tooth, and she was crying before she left the table. So all day yesterday, she was wiggling the tooth, and I was wiggling the tooth, trying to get it out. She's not very good with patience. By the end of the day, she was begging me to hit her in the mouth with a foam mermaid to loosen it up.
All our hard work paid off, because this afternoon, Gracie lost her first tooth. Or maybe she just wanted to eat her pizza without crying. She can be very productive when she's motivated.
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