#4

Okay, this time I had to watch... and I am in awe of my Sweet Girl.
This is how it went down;

Sam: "Hey Ada, come here. Let's pull it." He says, as he removes his Leatherman multi-tool- thingy from it's case.

Ada: "Okay" She replies, nonchalantly, as she gambols her way into her beloved Daddy's office. She stops, immediately opens her mouth wide. At this point Sam has placed the pliers on to her (semi-loose) front tooth. Ada stiffens and begins to breathe fast and hard, like she's some kind of linebacker getting ready to take a 285 pound hit...

And then Sam yanks that sucker quick and clean--he's gotten quite good at this procedure.

So what does Ada do at this point? She shakes it off without so much as a whimper and grins a bloody, proud, toothless, ear to ear grin.

That girl is one tough chick. Amazing. I was the girl who hid from my parents at the first sign of a loose tooth. I withheld smiles. I hid in closets where I frantically wiggled, twisted, and with long-suffering persistence, gently coaxed my baby-teeth out of my mouth before anyone had a clue I was embarking on "permanent tooth-dom".

If gumption is genetic, I know she didn't get it from her Ma.