So Alyssa's two bottom teeth had been loose for a few weeks. We kept telling her to play with them and wiggle them so that they would fall out and the tooth fairy could come. They kept getting looser little by little and we had several attempts at "pulling" them with tissue, but they are slippery little buggers and we could never get a good grip. If you know Alyssa, you know that she is a drama queen, and pretty terrified of most everything. We let them go thinking that eventually they would just fall out, but her new tooth started growing in behind the loose one so we decided that action had to be taken.
Grandpa saw how loose these teeth were on this particular day and decided that he could do the job. (Dad was gone with the scouts). You see here that she is friends with the pliers, but the teery eyes tell the whole story. We were going to try and trick her and tell her to close her eyes and we could just pull them, but of course that didn't work so well. She caught sight of the pliers and it was a mess from there. We finally convinced her to let us try (I am not really sure how we did that). She was great though once she was convinced. She sat there very still and didn't even cry. When we pulled it she just said "that wasn't so bad."
You would think that she would be fine when we went to do the next one, but it took another round of fits, crying, and tears before she let us do it again.
I have to say that really she did better than I thought she would. I thought we were going to have to hold her down, but she very bravely sat there and and didn't cry once we had her convinced. Now she has two dollars instead of her two teeth.
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