Last night while eating a fork full of mashed potatoes, Anya's right lower incisor bumped into her upper row of teeth and got all wonky. It was turned around backwards and sideways and she started crying. Chris knelt down in front of her and asked if she wanted him to pull it out. She nodded yes, so he reached up, grabbed hold of the little gem of a tooth and it pretty much fell out with no coaxing at all. Her crying instantly stopped, and after a big round of applause from all gathered, she continued eating dinner and joking around with Eva (the Lubsens were over for a big ol' chicken dinner).
It seems the going rate for a tooth these days is a five dollar bill coated in glitter, and a free pass to ride the carousel at the Zoo.
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