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When Jackson’s second tooth became loose enough to pull, I cringed. Chuck was out of town and he’s the family tooth-puller. (Actually, Jeremy pulls his own teeth now.) After wiggling Jack’s tooth a few times between my fingers, I got the chills and told him to ask his older brother for help.
The blood started coming but Jeremy persisted. I half-watched from the hallway. Finally, Jack said, “I got it. Let me do it myself.”
So he did.