To Pull...or Not Pull.

So,

Zavy has a shaky tooth. This will be the 3rd baby tooth he will lose. To be specific, he is losing one of his top incisors. Now, this tooth has been shaky for some time. Almost 4 weeks. Last night, he was getting irritated after he bit into an apple and apparently it hurt him soooo bad, he decided to go to the bathroom and try to pull the tooth out himself. Not wise. The little guy almost sent himself to the ER. I heard this piercing shriek downstairs and so I JUMPED down my stairs to see what was happening. When I arrived, he calmly said, Mom, I am trying to take my tooth out.

So, I decided to try and help him. To No Avail. I pulled as hard as I could (not really hard at all)...I saw tears welling up in his eyes (or maybe they were welling in mine) and I decided, I'm  just going to let nature do its course and leave the tooth alone. Good choice. He's happy. I'm happy. The tooth is happy (this, I'm sure of).

Toodles!