a less common source of calcium

Exactly two months ago, on or about this very day, we lost our very first tooth.

And this was the scene at our house, this morning.



There were two very loose bottom teeth, that were just barely rooted. And Carolyn was very troubled that these teeth were wobbling around in her mouth. Unlike two months ago when she barreled across the threshold of hysteria regarding losing her first tooth, this morning she was begging that her loose teeth be removed.

FROM HER MOUTH.

BY HER MOTHER.

It seemed to me that her father would be a much more appropriate choice considering he has more of a tolerance for this kind of thing. But Carolyn didn't want her father's big fingers anywhere near her mouth. No, she opted for me and my dainty fingers. And that would be just fine except ... pardon me while I scream and yell ewwww!



Not out loud, of course, because I don't want to mentally scar my child. The screaming is just in my head, because ack!!! as much as I love my daughter, there is absolutely NO WAY I'm plucking teeth out of her mouth. I've got goosebumps all over my body, just thinking about it, now.

Fourteen hours later.

So instead of obliging her simple request, I patted her on her adorable head, kissed her sweet soft cheek, told her how much I loved her and then I cowardly dashed off to work. When I returned home tonight, the tooth was sticking up and all kinds of funky looking.

We sat down to eat dinner. Following dinner, she immediately jumped in the shower. And sometime between a taco and a conditioning rinse ... she lost the tooth. After ripping the house apart, it once again appears that the tooth was ingested.



I'm beginning to think that if there is any hope of us actually retaining one of these cute little pearly whites for the Tooth Fairy's tooth cup, I need to dig deep and find the strength to either pluck the third loose tooth out of of her mouth, or tie a string around it, fasten the string to a door knob, and slam the door shut.

Oh my ... the blood just rushed out of my head and I suddenly feel faint.



*Deep breaths. Find a happy place!*

Quite frankly, I think it would be easier to eat a live spider.