It Happened!

The tooth is out!  And she did it all by herself.  She had asked me to pull it out earlier in the day, but I came up with the lame excuse of "I just don't think it's ready right now, ask your Dad."  Honestly, I couldn't handle pulling my own teeth out. 

When it happened, I thought for sure there were be masses of tears and blood.  (I have a very vivid memory... or, apparently, imagination.)  But E was pretty low key about it, and handed me back the paper towell with a look  that said, "Mom, come on, I am fine."  Me?  I am grossed out by the picture and that gooey mass in there.  I remember feeling similar gooey masses with my own tongue, and get queasy at the thought.

E is now busy thinking up all the things the tooth fairy might bring her.  I don't know if the fairy can live up to all the glamour she's imagining.

She also spends lot of time in the bathroom looking at it and has declared:  "I have such a cute smile now."