I'm not torturing her, I promise.

Lose finally stepped over the threshold of the land of cute little adorable perfectly aligned baby teeth into the land of the Oh. My. Goodness. Are they going to stay like that forever?-land. She lost her very first tooth last month. She so badly wanted to pull it out all by herself, and it was more than ready for a very long time. I guess those little buggers can really hold on if no food or water ever touches them. She avoided letting anything get near that tooth, I think because of the fear of the pain that most associate with "losing a tooth". That poor little guy was barely hangin' on by the time I got to it. Yup. I yanked it out. Just couldn't stand it anymore. I knew she wanted it out, she knew she wanted it out, Dad knew she wanted it out, her sisters knew she wanted it out, we ALL knew that she wanted it out 'cuz that's all she talked about. And so it's out. I am not torturing her to death...it's just that the fear of the unknown pain got the best of her...