My youngest went to the dentist about a week ago. As he examined her mouth, he noted multiple loose teeth. Six...seven...eight. I don't remember exactly how many. All I know is that she came home with these instructions: "Wiggle your teeth and get them out!"
Being the obedient child I trained her to be, she set to work. Each day for the past six, she has had a freed-from-bondage tooth to put under her pillow. She's raking in the cash with the tooth fairy who was only late one of the six days. (Silly forgetful tooth fairy!)
There are a few more teeth that are loose. They'll come out soon, but not likely today. So ends the streak. Six for six isn't bad though. Here's the the end of baby teeth!
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