We have a very brave boy on our hands.
David had his first loose teeth recently.
One of them got to that final stage, where it could fall out any moment, and he asked dad to help get it out.
Unfortunately, due to some mishaps, the first couple attempts were not successful, but fairly painful.
Joe felt horrible, and we were sure that after that D would just wait for nature to take its course.
We were wrong, though.
He trooped right back over to dad with the floss hanging from his tooth, asking for another go-round.
This is the result.
Love, Us.
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