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Separation Anxiety.

Wikipedia tells us it’s a psychological condition in which an individual has excessive anxiety regarding separation from the home or from the people to whom that individual has a strong emotional attachment.

Wikipedia forgot about dolls and blankets and books and teddy bears.

And teeth.

Blessing #2 has a snaggle tooth. A super-dooper snaggle tooth. A snaggley snaggle tooth.

She lost her first front, top tooth a week or so ago. But only after it had been very loose for a few months and only after she fell at recess and bumped it on a metal bar and knocked it out. Yay for metal bars! (But only because said bar knocked out said needed-out-anyways snaggle tooth. Besides, seeing that wiggly tooth was about to drive us crazy.) She was overwhelmed with excitement and giddiness when she skipped out to the car that afternoon, proudly waving her little tooth baggy.

Enter front, top tooth number 2. Equally loose… for an equally long time. But driving us so much more crazy because the thing is more than very loose. It is literally hanging on by a thread.

It’s beyond snaggle. Snaggle tooth really is quite the understatement.

It’s kinda more like… stomach turning.

She does not want this thing out of her mouth. She wants it there forever. She loves it. She will miss it when it’s gone.

Even so, she fusses when it bleeds. Or when she brushes her teeth. Or when peanut butter gets stuck under it. Or when her chin slips off her hands and she bangs her mouth on the counter.

Beloved Husband has said that tonight is the night. It’s coming out; he will make sure of it.

This afternoon, B#2 says, “When a tooth is this loose, should I just pull it out?” I tell her absolutely. She just giggled, somberly followed by, “Nah… I don’t want it out.”

This is separation anxiety at its finest.

Or at its worst.

Ew.

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