Last night, Conner was obsessing about a loose tooth. He would not stop talking about it, touching it, and complaining that it had to come out NOW. We put him to bed, telling him to leave it alone and we would look at it again tomorrow. At 6:00 this morning, Conner came running into my room, tooth in hand, proudly declaring that he pulled it out! I just knew he would do that...
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