Dexter’s tooth has been loose forever. Last night, after loading him up on ibuprophen due to the fact he was sick and had a headache, I mentioned to Joel, wouldn’t it be a good time to pull Dex’s tooth? Joel jumped right on that bandwagon and yanked away. Dexter was afraid there would be a lot of blood and that it would hurt. Guess what? The tooth only cracked on one side and sliced his gum. There was a bunch of blood and it did hurt, thus the tears. Sorry about that Dex. We really didn’t mean for it to hurt.
Fast forward to today. My mom and dad had the fine pleasure of picking the boys us from school and bringing them back to our home (I was at a dr appointment) do that they could see our newly landscaped yards. I don’t know how it transpired but all I heard was that my dad tried to rope up Dexter’s tooth but couldn’t get the string around it. One yank later and Dexter had a hole in his smile.
Thank you Dad. I’ll call you when the next one is ready for you to pull. It might be a while knowing Dexter.