Last night, Trevin came to me after bugging me all day about his loose tooth and asked me for the one zillionth time if it was ready to come out. I felt it and sure enough, it was. So we got out the trusty dental floss, tied it around his tooth and on the count of 12, it was no longer there. He was so excited. He ran to the bathroom to rinse out his mouth, get a drink and check it out in the mirror. It was a little sad to see it go. He had such cute little baby teeth. He sure is growing up!
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Ouch! I still remember how scared I was to get my teeth pulled.
Trevin, you are gonna look all grown up now.
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