The Devil Pup lost her first tooth 2 nights ago. It had been loose all summer and her permanent tooth was already coming in behind it. Every time I tried to wiggle it, she would clap her hands over her ears and scream, "Don't talk about it!" It all came to a head 2 nights ago when she brushed her teeth. The tooth was SOO ready to come out that she started bleeding when she brushed it. Which completely freaked her out.
Oh, the wailing, the screaming, the hysterical caterwauling! She covered her ears and screamed and cried. After her bath, we continued to try to calm her down and convince her to let us remove the tooth. Finally, she grudgingly allowed me to try. My first and second attempts to get the floss around her tooth were both unsuccessful except the second time, it came close enough that she had to spit her tooth out.
I've never seen anyone transform so completely, so quickly. Instantly, she was talking about how cute her tooth was. She was so proud and happy and showing everyone her tooth.
Oy! Hopefully, the next tooth will be easier...