She begged for me to pull her tooth. Finally, I had her get some floss and a tooth pick. We tied the floss on and used the toothpick to get it under the tooth. She braced and I counted down... 3, 2, 1... and then I yanked. It came right out and fell out of the floss. It was lost! Fortunately, her big sister found it for us and she was filled with joy that is really unexpressible.
Before...
(sort of... I forgot to take the picture so
I put the tooth back and took a picture)
After...
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