This one hung on for a while, and believe it or not, *I* was the extracating parental faction on this one. He asked for a paper towel to get a better grip, and then said it was too slippery. So I took the paper towel and used it to get a really good grip on the tooth. I was just about to tell Will to grab on when he jerked backwards and it popped out.
The funniest part? He didn't jerk backwards to get the tooth out. He had gone without talking for like a full 30, 45 seconds. He couldn't take it anymore and had something to say, so he yanked back, impatient. He didn't even realize it was out until I was like, flipping out and waving it in his face. He then started leaping around like a fish out of water and called everyone, starting with Poppy, who he is convinced has a direct line to the Tooth Fairy. I'm not kidding. Poppy is a dentist, and Will says this gives him the hook up. I don't know if he envisions a secret dentist database with regional tooth fairy email and phone number info or what, but he is flat convinced.
Regardless, there it is, the Mack-truck-sized hole, and he is happy. (Even if he doesn't look it in the photo -- he just doesn't like the flash!)
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