This is my seven-year old son’s front tooth. He took it off two nights ago while watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. It was not an agonizing experience, I was told. “My tooth came out quite painlessly,” he just said.
I remember a little girl twenty-five years ago. She was accidentally punched on the mouth by her hyper male cousin while playing in a neighbor’s backyard. The silly fool effortlessly cried and ran for help, desperately clutching her front tooth.
Glad my son is not like his mother, who by the way, took crisis management to easily handle any uncomfortable situation. She is still having trouble handling her own problems, very much the same poor gal 25 years ago.