


My little man lost his first tooth right before we came home from our looong vacation to Utah. (Don't worry, this is the last and final Utah post : ) He was soooooooooooooooo excited to discover he had a loose tooth. All he could do for a week was wiggle it until it was dangling in a most disjointed fashion. It needed to come out, but his mom is a wimp and too grossed out to pull it, so his Aunt Jeanette came to the rescue. A couple of twists and some spine tingling, goose flesh causing crunching and popping sounds and out popped his tooth. Thank you, Jeanette!
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