The tooth would not come out. None of her teeth is in a hurry, but this bottom tooth was outrageously pokey. I mean, it’s been months and months and months.
Tonight, she tried crunching an apple as hard as she could. Still no good.
“I could pull it out with a tissue,” I said.
“Sure. Pay no attention to my gasping in pain,” replied Sophie, before opening her mouth and waiting patiently. Hattie sat nearby, for molar, er, moral support.
Soph and I looked at each other. The time of reckoning had come. I pounced, I yanked UP, and blood filled her little mouth. YIKES! But it came out, with an enormous root. Inch-long baby tooth!
“That must have gone all the way down into my JAWBONE!” yelled Sophie, bits of blood and Kleenex sticking to her lip. “EW!”
We all felt a little woozy and had to sit down.
“That has to be worth at least $10, for the pain,” said shrewd Sophie.
“I don’t know that the Tooth Fairy will go for that,” said I.
“All right. $4.10. Ten cents extra for the suffering,” Sophie bargained.
Must go scrape together $4.10. I love you all. Goodnight.
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