Finally!

On October 5th, Brooklyn finally lost her first tooth! I do not like teeth. I used to cry when I had to pull my own teeth. I wasn't looking forward to the job of removing my daughter's pearly whites. On this day, I was in luck! Brooklyn was in the bathroom, wiggling desperately so she would no longer be the only 2nd grader that hadn't lost a tooth. She chased down my mom, who was visiting for the day, and asked if she'd pull her tooth for her. My mom tried to decline because she was afraid she was overstepping her bounds or stealing my joy. Brooklyn told her I'd be happy to pass on that responsiblilty. So, my mom ripped her tooth out...literally. It wasn't quite ready. It still had a bit of a root attached. There was blood everywhere. The giant gaping hole showed no sign of the new tooth emerging. Yuck. Brooklyn was THRILLED! She ran outside to show the neighbors. She skipped up and down the street. She couldn't get to dance class fast enough to show everyone her new missing body part. Did I mention the blood? It took forever to stop bleeding. Yuck. But, I'm so happy for her!