Owen's second top front tooth came out tonight. He was really having a hard time with it. I guess it was hurting. Nathan was still at work when I looked at it and decided that it needed to come out. Owen kept stalling and I finally talked him into getting his tooth pulled right as Nathan walked in the door. I was thinking that was great because then Nathan could take care of it. Owen started freaking out. I told him that the tooth had to come out tonight. I decided to give him options (thanks Love and Logic classes) to see if that would calm him down. I told him he could pull it out himself, Nathan could pull it out, or I could pull it out. Of course he chose me. So, yes, I pulled my second tooth of my entire life out tonight. I must say I was much calmer than the first time. And now, for tonight, I'm my son's hero. He said it didn't even hurt. Go me!!
Dad, I must say, I'm SOOOO sorry for all I put you through pulling my teeth. Thanks for letting me grow to adulthood. I don't know that I would have been so nice.
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