Pulling a tooth is a rite of passage. It’s messy, a little gross, and involves more spit than any activity should. But when you hold that tiny, former enemy in your hand, you feel a weird sense of accomplishment. You conquered the mountain of discomfort to get to the other side.
So, go on. Wiggle it. Laugh at the doorknob. Eat the apple. And when it finally comes out, remember: that little tooth did its job. It chewed your food, annoyed you for a week, and gave you a story to tell. Just don’t swallow it.
