For the last few weeks, Soccergirl has been nursing a loose tooth. It was the first tooth behind her lower incisor (I think that's what you call it), and it was pretty wobbly, bu the darn thing just didn't want to come out. After consulting with Doctor Mommy, it was time to talk to Senior parental dental unit, Doctor Daddy. Doctor Daddy took a look at the tooth, and attempted to make a manual extraction with his large, sousage-like fingers... to no avail. Unfortunately, I couldn't get the proper angle to get my fingers around the tooth.
Something needed to be done about this. Soccergirl couldn't do it. Doctor Mommy WOULDN'T do it (are you kidding me?), so it was down to Doctor Daddy, and his penchant for improvisation. "This", I thought to myself "...is a no-brainer", after which I got out my trusty Leatherman tool, set up the needle-nose pliers, and plucked out the offending tooth as pretty as you please!
Done and done!
Before I left the house this morning, I assisted the tooth fairy by placing a shiny new dollar coin in Soccergirl's "tooth box"