Yep, Charlie pulled it.
Ya see, Henry has had a dangling tooth for several weeks now. The last couple of days,
it has been sticking straight OUT, but he refused to pull it. It was like a cartoon tooth.
Tonight, he bit into a piece of bread and pushed the tooth beyond the point of return.
It was bleeding and bleeding, but still connected by a corner.
Nate jumped into action:
floss, gauze,
paper towels, patience,
empathy, a large bribe,
and a dose or frustration later, the tooth was still not free.
Where was I?
I was cowered in the corner of the kitchen
in a tight fetal position rocking left to right
singing nursery rhymes
because the thought of that tooth coming out of my baby's gums
creeps me out.
Don't judge.
So Henry moved to a quiet area
and started working on it himself.
At one point, he thought he swallowed it.
And then Charlie offered to help.
And he pulled it.
And we lost it.
But then we found it.
In the couch.
Thank Goodness - that could have been really, really bad.
And here is the interview after all of the drama:
2 comments:
I won't judge...I would be picking up a freshly fainted husband from the floor if a tooth was hanging on like that...thanks for sharing, thank goodness for brothers!
i am dying laughing over here! this was the best story.
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