It seems that every day Megan comes home from school disappointed that another classmate had lost their tooth. She so badly wanted it to be her. She’s had a wiggly tooth for a couple months now, but didn’t want to disturb it for fear it might hurt. I noticed it was starting to turn grey so I knew it had to be pretty loose. I told her it was time to get the tooth out. She said, “I have an idea” and then she pulled out the tool – Dad’s multi tool.
Yikes! It looked so torturous, but she wasn’t even the slightest bit hesitant. She told me to stop if she raised her hand. No hand came up. We kept going until we heard a crack. At that point it was hanging by a thread and she twisted it out. She was SO excited! Way to go Megs!


Alright, Meg! Congratulations! Now you’ve joined the ranks of the big leagues, where the “upper-classmen” have a tooth or more missing. You are truly a rising star in G’ma & G’pa’s eyes. And what courage and bravery to boot! š
LikeLike
Megan you’re so brave, you’re still so pretty.
I love you.
LikeLike
Megs is sliding from “cute” into “pretty”. Pretty AND brave–what a combo!
LikeLike