Ella has had a front top tooth hanging by a thread for a few days. I don't pull teeth out. Makes me woozy. She doesn't like teeth pulled out, makes her woozy.
The tooth fell out on it's own today without her knowing it.
Thinking Clover was chewing on a squinkie, Ella ran to fish it out of his mouth. Turns out he had found her top front tooth on the floor after it quietly exited her mouth. Clover was playing with it, perhaps trying it on for size as his puppy teeth have recently started falling out. Were it not for his fascination with eating tiny things off the ground -- as well as butterflies, moths, and earthworms -- we might never have found the tiny front tooth for Ella to stick under her pillow tonight.