So Connor, my five year old, had this loose tooth, right? It's been loose FOREVER! Thought that damned thing would never come out. So this morning it starts sticking out, perpendicular to his face. It's THAT damned loose. Well, after looking at this goofy thing all day, we decide it's GOT to go. What did I fall back on? The pliers. See, when I was little that's what my dad used on me when my tooth had to go. Grabbed the pliers and let 'er rip. Didn't hurt, either. I screamed bloody murder in anticipation, then was left going 'wtf?' when I realized he already had the damned thing out, and I hadn't even noticed it, lol. Ah, memories.
So, I get my husband's Leatherman out for the little grippy skinny pliers on them. Connor and I work on it and take a break, work on it and take a break, work on it and... you get the picture. But I couldn't get the damned thing out because I was too chicken shit to actually give it a good hard yank. Kept kind of tugging and wincing, tugging and wincing. Managed to make it bleed several times, but tooth was still in.
So, I then had Connor lay on his back, and I'm crouched over him like a vulture. I stick my finger in to see how loose it is behind the tooth, feeling with my fingernail. I get it under easily, and at least feel better that I was right, it was WAY ready to go. All of a sudden, Connor yanks his head back. I freak and jump, releasing the tooth. I ask him what he's doing. He says 'I was helping'. I just sit there, staring at him. So I say 'Okay, do YOU want to do the pulling when you're ready, and I'll just hold the tooth for you?'. He says yeah, so I get another grip under the tooth with my fingernail. With no warning he whips his head again, and out pops the tooth. It flies out of my hand. Lands...
On the cat, who had just jumped up on the bed. Lands specifically on cat's paw. Cat shakes paw. Tooth flies. Mom freaks. I tell Connor to pin the cat down just in case I was wrong and it's still in his fur. Connor keeps letting go of said cat to feel his new 'hole'. I'm trying to find the tooth. Finally, the last time he lets go of the cat and I'm about to scream 'SIT ON THAT GODDAMNED CAT!', he finds his tooth.
The cat had been laying on it.
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