No More Nanny McPhee

Little Bekah is squeamish when it comes to blood.

When a tooth comes out there is blood.

Blood, and a little pain.

So, Little Bekah doesn't work too hard on her loose teeth to get them out.

The permanent teeth push and try from their end, but it is ridiculous how long we wait for her to get a tooth out. We have had to have the dentist pull them before.

Well, one of her top teeth really needed to come out.

The permanent tooth came in behind and pushed.

Only it pushed straight forward.

This resulted in a tooth that gave her a certain look.

A Nanny McPhee look.

Finally, one day all the kids were downstairs and I was upstairs. They were becoming a little exuberant and I could tell they were rough housing. A lot.

You know those moments when, as a parent you just know someone is going to take it too far and it will end in tears?

It was one of those moments.

I waited a hair too long (thankfully) and I heard a thud, an "OW!" and then, "I'm sorry I fell on your face are you okay?"

and then,

"WHERE'S MY TOOTH?"

Well she found her tooth, overcame the blood- not too pale this time, and no longer looks like Nanny Mcphee!

{all gone!}

{she really didn't want these pictures out to the public....}





{someday she'll laugh, right??}