He was brushing his teeth and came downstairs saying "dad, I've got a problem." His tooth was barely attached, with a little blood. I said that it wasn't a problem, I'd just pull it out. That was the worst idea possible according to Kieran's reaction, so he sat on the stool holding a kleenex up to his mouth for the blood. Five minutes later, the tooth had fallen out and I had to reach into his mouth to save it before he swallowed it.
Here it is...not exactly very big...
It was placed securely into the 'tooth fairy' pillow for the evening, which I'm sure she came and took the tooth (actually....I know she, I mean he, came and took the tooth)....
Kieran's beginning to look like a hockey player, or someone whose father beats him.....both are not true, he's just got a money making scheme going....
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