Tatum has waited since January for this tooth to finally come out. It's been barely loose for months, then it became evident why: the permanent tooth was growing in behind it and not pushing it out.
She's wiggled it, tried to twist it, and has worked on it with dental floss. Finally I tied a loop around it, which either got frayed or she looped again. Either way, that floss was on there and the only way off was to pop that tooth. So that's what Quinn did. And the tooth went flying.
Tatum was excited, then devastated. We swept, mopped, and pulled the oven out. No tooth. So she wrote the tooth fairy a hopeful note and went to bed.
