Toothy

It has happened. Finally.

That silly tooth is no more.

This is how the story goes.

One night, at dinner mind you, her father declared that the tooth must come out.

She cried.

He wiggled it. She wiggled it. I wiggled it.

She cried.

She wanted to see it in the mirror. She pretended to wiggle it. Her father really wiggled it. It bled.

She cried.

I tried to wiggle it. She started laughing with everyone staring at her. Her father brought out the pliers.

She cried.

I decided to get out of the bathroom and let them work things out. And not long after it was finished. The deed was done.

She laughed.

That girl has so many emotions.

There should be pills for this stuff.