Anna June met me at the door last night with a very loose tooth. It looked like this.
It was gross, but not as bad as the blood all over her brand new white uniform.
After I declined, Ben started to pull it, but was afraid of hurting her.
After I told her it may need to wait, she pulled it herself.
Dancing and congratulating ensued, as did phone calls to some grandparents, which I had to stop because it was bedtime. An exciting moment, for sure.
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