Anyway, Heff has been hanging on to a tooth for WAY too long. If I recall correctly, the dentist told me he would naturally lose it by the start of last school year. This tooth has caused many an argument, many tears, and many literal nightmares. It's wiggled, waggled, rotated, stuck out, bent in, and gone completely sideways. Well, last night, the top of it-- the part that's supposed to be stuck in your jaw -- started scraping the inside of his mouth, so it was finally time. And, of course...Jeff was out with the guys. Soooo, Heff and I manned up and tackled this thing head on.
He agonized, he whined, he cried, and I did what every supportive mother does: I made faces at him and took pictures. He would clamp his mouth shut so I couldn't even get a finger in there, so we resorted to opera singing to try to encourage a wide open mouth. And by "we", I mean Nick, Maddie, and myself. Meanwhile Cooper tried dunking his head under the water in a full sink. I'm not sure what that was going to accomplish, but I was too busy goofing off with the other two to even ask. Oh, so helpful!
Just as he was about to give up hope, the Big Gun (aka, Daddy) came home and took over. 
I wish I could show you the end result, but by this time, I was unceremoniously kicked out of the bathroom.
How rude.
I do know that the tooth fairy got a very nice note: "Dear Tooth Fairy, I have had this tooth for a while, so the time has come for you to have it. Sincerely, Cooper M. Engle" and in return, Heff is now $2.00 richer.
