Last Saturday night, HG stayed over at Grandma’s. She woke up that Sunday morning, the 28th, at 5:30 a.m. and realized her loose tooth (to her right of top two middle teeth) was really wiggly. She hopped up and went into Grandma’s bathroom to inspect it in the magnifying mirror, found a kleenex, and PULLED HER TOOTH with one little tug. I can’t believe her bravery! Number eight has bitten the dust!
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