A few months ago I managed to yank at least two (possibly three) teeth out of Tula’s mouth in a spirited game of tug-of-war. There’s nothing quite like pulling a dog toy out of your puppy’s mouth only to watch two teeth go sailing through the air. I felt terrible about it. Like, seriously, my stomach flip-flopped. She could not have cared less, and just panted happily while the gaping hole in her gums glared angrily at me. I don’t think she even noticed until she tried to run away with the toy, and it kept slipping out of her mouth.
Well, methinks I shouldn’t be allowed near the mouths of the monsters and creatures entrusted to my care. LMG has lost two teeth so far. I pulled the first, and she (happily for me) lost the second while eating a granola bar. As of this morning she had three loose teeth. A top incisor that was pretty loose, one bottom tooth that was was wiggly, and the other top incisor that barely wiggled. Wanna guess how many loose teeth she has now?
As we were getting ready to walk out the door for school this morning, I swung my bag onto my shoulder and caught LMG, who was standing behind me, right in the mouth. Now her bottom tooth was the loosest of all three and had clearly shifted out of its normal position. I tried to wiggle it and it didn’t seem loose enough to pull yet, and honestly, I was already pretty close to running late. I asked her repeatedly if it was hurting her, and she said no but that it felt weird. I figured she’s work on it throughout the day and half expected her to loose it at lunch. They were having bosco sticks, so it was pretty likely.
When I got home tonight, and she met me at the front door asking, “Mom, can you pull my tooth now?” I was a bit disappointed because I really really hate pulling teeth. It makes me squeamish, and I’m afraid I’m going to hurt her. What if I botch it up somehow? John and I did not realize that this was a parental duty that we were both hesitant to perform. This is one of the things people should discuss before conceiving children. How are we going to discipline? How will we handle night-feedings? What kind of education do we want our child to have? Will one of us stay home full time? Who is going to pull the teeth?
However, I felt obligated to solve this delimma since I was the one who practically knocked the tooth out of her mouth anyway. So I sat down with her and assessed the situation. The tooth was still crooked. She said it didn’t hurt, but I can tell that it would be uncomfortable to eat. So, I get a paper towel (for a better grip), hold the tooth firmly between my forefinger and thumb, take a deep breath, wish I could close my eyes, take another deep breath, and pull –hard— because a half done job might just send me over the squeamish edge.
Out it came, and as I looked down at the tooth, I see something on the back of my forefinger. Yep, I pulled so hard on her bottom tooth, that I knocked the looser top tooth right out of her mouth. So… yeah. I think I’m done with pulling teeth for a while because my count, it’s Denise 5 – John 0 (if I count Tula’s, which is only fair.)