Last Thursday, June 12th, Tom was away in Kansas City. I was making final preparations to take the kids to the pool for an afternoon swim. I was on the phone with Tom and Karah came screaming into the house with Blood everywhere and her front teeth pointing AT me. I will forgo all of the details of my crying and freaking out...for my benefit.
Grandma and I rushed her in to the dentist, as she bravely endured two extractions.
So you are wondering what went down? Well, she did.
A "friend", I prefer to call her a brat...had recently told Karah that if she wanted a loosed tooth to come out - to bite on a rope and have someone pull it. Karah didn't have the required "resources" - so she tied a jump rope into our tree - bit down on it and bailed out of the tree.Well, it worked. One tooth is still MIA - so that is a total of three teeth lost in one jump. A 4th tooth was very loose, as well, but the dentist decided to let that one come out on it's own.
Tom rushed home from Kansas City to be there for her. Such a sweet Daddy. The tooth fairy came and paid a little extra cash bonus for pain and suffering. Mama coped with Oreos.
I am still shocked at how calm Karah was on the way to the dentist and how still she was when she was being worked on. She is an amazing little girl....and resourceful too!
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