She did it again.

She said it was loose, and I didn't even want to see. She kept playing with it, and eventually she was able to get it out, before bed. I can remember loosing that kind of tooth - the bigger ones. I even had dreams where all of the back ones were one tooth and so I pulled out this really big tooth. Yuck. I'm glad she was able to handle it on her own. I guess she knows she has to and she just does it.

(I'm writing this on 9/11 and I don't think the tooth fairy has come yet. What a slacker! Maybe I'll go do that right now, while she's in school.)