Thufferin' Thuccotash!

Regan encountered a number of folks over the past few weeks that offered to do us all a favor by pulling her remaining front tooth.  Her tooth had literally been dangling since before Thanksgiving, and of late had turned a distressing shade of GREEN due no doubt to the nerve damage that it sustained while hanging by a thread.  On Sunday, in a fit of courage, she allowed Bella and me to 'help' her wiggle her tooth in a half-hearted attempt to get us to leave her--and her tooth--alone.  After two hours of hearing her wail in phantom pain I had enough.  Just before bed we convinced her to afford me just one try to loosen the tooth a bit more, and while Bella held her arms, I pinched that sucker out!  Regan's face was priceless as she sat straight up on the couch and looked at us and said, "Is it out? Is it out?" She is none the worse for wear, excepting the pronounced lisp she has developed.  But at the end of the day, I think even she would agree that the ordeal was worth the rewarding trip from the tooth-fairy.