A few days ago Q5 had a loose tooth (look at the Crazy Eyes post and you'll see the wiggler sticking out a little bit further than the other front tooth). It had been loose for ages. AGES. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle. Slowly, slowly it got a wee bit looser until she hit it on the windowsill. It bled and bled lightly for an hour, and was hanging on by a thread. It hung on until time for bed (at least 7:00, Q6 tells me) and then Q6 wiggled it on her way upstairs, and on the penultimate stair -- Q6 pulled it out. That was Sunday.
Next to that was another wiggler. Barely loose. I figured we had weeks to go since it wasn't very wiggly. BUT, while at a friend's house today ... Q6 had a rope in her mouth, the rope got yanked, and the tooth came out, just like that.
As you can see by the photos her tooth is already pushing in where the one fell out this morning!
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