Sam has four loose teeth, including both front uppers. One of them is loose enough that I could probably tug it out, but Sam is very protective. I try to talk nonchalantly with him about wiggling the tooth and helping it come out, but I am apprehensive about the blood and tears that have accompanied tooth loss so far. Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll lose a few at school.
Jude is eager for some tooth action himself. He believes deeply that saying something makes it so and keeps telling me that he has a loose tooth.
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