His tooth squeaked against the kleenex as I wiggled it in his mouth.
I did not want to take the next step but I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and yanked.
His tooth detached, ripping the last little fibers from his gums, fall into my hand.
Pulling teeth is not my job. Usually Andrew does that, but he's busy enjoying the beach (and a conference...but also San Diego), so here we are.
Benjamin's two front teeth have been wiggly for weeks now and today one of them was giving him so much grief that he could hardly eat a thing—it had to go! I'm sure the other one will be following suit shortly (but hopefully not until Andrew's here to help with its exit), and then at least Benjamin'll know what to put on his Christmas list (not that he has any trouble coming up with things to put on his wish list; he wants a lot of things).
If you look carefully you can see that his note says, "One $ please."
And here's a better shot of his gappy, snaggletooth grin: