Literally, Ashton's tooth was hanging by a thread. Just one quick yank and it was out. It was loose forever and for weeks he just kept saying, "Mom pull my tooth out." I tried unsuccessfully a few times. I think I was more nervous about pulling it out and hurting him than he was. I had become so loose that Ryan and I both looked at Ashton yesterday and thought his tooth had fallen out because it was hanging down so far you couldn't see it.
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The tooth fairy brought him $3.50. She really had no idea how much a tooth goes for these days. But the three dollars did not matter to much because he kept telling everybody he got fifty cents.
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I remember what an exciting time in life this was, when you lost a tooth and the tooth fairy came. Good times.
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