Beth discovered yesterday that a tooth was beginning to show signs of looseness. Not loose, mind you. Just giving a glimmer of being loose. Now, just 24 hours later, it's just hanging on by one piece of a stubborn root. This kid does not wiggle her teeth, she removes them. One thing about Beth, she is a very persistent kid. She has a tenacity that has served her very well in some areas and driven me to the brink in others.
Today, as soon as she was home from school, she went to work on that tooth. About 15 minutes later, she came out of the bathroom a bit frustrated that it wasn't out yet and saying that her tummy was starting to hurt from swallowing blood. Deterred? Nope. Just needing a snack to settle her tummy. Half a pear later, she got right back to it.
I went down the hall shortly after she returned to her bathroom to find this:
Alas, she has finally decided that it's just not quite ready. For now. I'm sure she will try again after dinner. And at bedtime. And when she's in bed. And as long as it takes to remove it.