The Little Guy's upper right front tooth had (literally) been hanging around for ages.
This morning he asked me to make an appointment with the dentist. I kept reassuring him that by tomorrow the above mentioned wiggly-hanging-by-a-thread nuisance of a tooth would be gone. Sure enough, this evening, as the Little Guy jumped up and down in bed, it fell out.
Shock. Disbelief. And a trip to the bathroom mirror brought home the reality.
"Now what about that rat and his friend the tooth fairy?"
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