Last night, she paid up for tooth #3 for Jason.
Do you remember what it felt like to have a loose tooth?
I didn't have to remember.
For the last few days, Jason has been talking constantly about the changes taking place in his mouth. It was one of his front teeth. He kept poking and pulling, he complained of pain, and yet didn't want us to help speed up the process.
Yesterday morning at church, Jason finally lost his tooth. Of course, the poor people in the pews behind us were the first to witness it. They sure got an eyeful. Jason, with his hands all in his mouth, with bloody tissues, and finally, success! The tooth held up for everyone to see. I'm sure they, like the rest of us, were breathing a sigh of relief.
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