Grace is Horrified

Grace has her first loose tooth. It's not very loose, just a tiny bit wiggly. Her dad and I had noticed it, but she hadn't yet.

Until tonight.

Somehow, and I really don't even remember how, the topic of her tooth came up at dinner. When she found out it would get looser and eventually come out, she was aghast. She did not want her tooth to come out. She did not want to have a hole that would feel kind've funny and her tongue would want to feel all the time. She wanted nothing to do with any of it.

She was especially upset that she had no choice in the matter.

"But I don't want my tooth to come out. I don't want to have a hole."

"Well Grace, you really can't stop it. God made that rule that everyone would loose their baby teeth and then new, big teeth would grow."

I'm pretty sure she was not convinced, even when she saw a picture of her sister with a missing tooth.

Just wait until she finds out about the blood.