Some of you will remember this post. Or this one. Vicki's still loosing teeth faster than she can grow them. Yesterday she wiggled her most recent loose tooth all through church. She pushed and pulled and complained to everyone within hearing distance that it was painfully loose. She had one little girl offer to punch her in the mouth to help it along, but thankfully she declined, which is good, because I know this girl, and she would totally have followed through.
Honestly, it really wasn't that loose, but it was clearly bugging her. Plus, the kid loves to lose teeth. So after church she got some dental floss and asked me to tie a slipknot in it. I told her it wasn't loose enough to come out yet, but once she has her mind set on something, it's really hard to persuade her to change course. So she slipped the knot over the tooth, tied it to the doorknob, and pulled. Nothing happened, of course, because Mother is always right.
After a few tries she gave up and set to work trying to get the dental floss off. Rather than gently loosen it with her fingernails, she grabbed the end of the string, which was no longer tied to the doorknob, and tugged. You see where this is going? Chris and I watched, bemused, unable to do anything, as her arm and neck muscles strained while she pulled with all her might on the string. Then her tooth popped out and flew across the room.
So now she has a giant gap and we tease her mercilessly about her missing teeth, but secretly I think she loves it.