I yanked one of her front teeth out right after we read a book together tonight.  She said she was ready and then kept changing her mind.  I finally held her down and pulled it out.  I know.  This poor girl will be in therapy about how her mother tortured her as a child.  I made it up to her and gave her a popsicle.

I’m going to call her “Snaggletooth” until the other one comes out.  Maybe I’ll call her Nanny Laura McPhee.  If she still has this tooth by Halloween, I can just color in a unibrow and add a mole.  That would be a great costume!