Paul had this loose tooth for months in the front, on top. In the last week it was sticking out funny and I was begging him to just pull it out. He was scared and really wanted it to just fall out with no blood. Then last night he bumped it with his knee while playing with Henry. I hate blood. So now it is bleeding, but still in. He was crying and nervous, but I just pulled it out.

More surprising than painful. His last tooth he swallowed, so I know he just really wanted to have the tooth to stick in his tooth pillow. He was traded a tooth for a dollar. This morning I woke up to him asking me, “Mom, what toys can I buy with a dollar?”