“Excuse me?” I peered down at our kindergartner. My mouth opened and closed like a fish. I was sure he hadn’t actually said what I thought. Then he said it again. “Can you just punch me in the face, Mom? I want my wiggly tooth to come out and, if you punch it, it will. My friend got hit in the face and her tooth came out. So, come on!” Our youngest has his first loose tooth. He’s been waiting...
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