Friday night as we were enjoying our "spend the evening in mom's bed" night Ms. R mentioned that another one of her top teeth was loose. I checked the tooth and it barely budged. She asked if she could go get a napkin to help her in the wiggling process, to be a good sport, I agreed. Yeah, I'm cool like that.
Fifteen minutes later I look over and she's still cranking away on that tooth. I shake my head and go back to explaining every clip that played during AFV to B-Man.
Five minutes after that, there is blood drooling everywhere. The napkin, her under shirt, the pillow case.
She proudly hold up the tooth, like a hard won prize then turns to me with a still bloody VERY gaping smile. Lovely.
Tooth count - 8 missing, only 2 returning thus far. It's starting to make me wonder how she's going to eat if they don't start growing back in.