Margaret lost her first tooth a little while ago. She and Jack were [typically] not getting along after dinner, and Jack was heading towards the kitchen to tattle on her (usually, it's her tattling on him). She held on to him as he passed, and subsequently fell out of her chair. The tooth came out with the fall. So,
The other night at dinner, she was making noises about the difficulty of eating pizza with her second loose tooth. I asked her if she wanted to pull the tooth out and then finish dinner. She whined and then asked; "But do I have to bonk my head on the floor again to make it come out?"
Sometimes, she is sensitive, sometimes she is resilient. This turned out to be one of the sensitive times as all those present at the table chuckled at her reasoning.
The tooth did come out when daddy was brushing her teeth at night. It was momentous, so she had to tell everyone, then take the tooth to school.
