We started calling J "shark boy" after we noticed his second row of teeth popping through.
The dentist gave him several weeks to try to wiggle out the baby teeth in front on his own. I really, really didn't want to have to go through the anguish and trauma that would go along with having the dentist do the dirty work. So as the scheduled appointment date approached, I piled on the incentives...heavily.
It wasn't without drama (Is anything around here?), but on July 22nd J lost his first tooth. The second one hung on until July 31st.
Those two teeth cost us ice cream, a movie day at home, a Lego set, and $5 for tooth fairy wages.
Still cheaper than the dentist...
and without some of the drama.
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