Tooffless

Brennan is loosing teeth at a pretty steady rate now. I pulled the third tooth from the bottom front, so I'm not really sure how he'll bite anything but I suppose he'll manage.

He's been walking around pushing those loose teeth out to a 90º angle with his tongue, which is just gross enough to make a squeamish person flinch with disgust. But when Mom or Dad want to actually touch the thing, Brennan will clamp his mouth shut, recoil and let his knees buckle. He admits that pulling a loose tooth doesn't normally hurt but he terrified of bleeding… that and the strange torments of his mother.

While talking to Brennan about whether the tooth was ready to come out, he said, "No, Mom tied a string to it and pulled so hard the string broke. It really hurt a lot."

"What? Is that true?"

"Uh-huh."

Oh good grief. Like we need to traumatize the boy. God gave us fingers and, when necessary, Dentists. The last thing we need is a Rube Goldberg-type tooth pulling contraption.