She gets up this morning, and there is a little wiggle.
She rides to dance class and there is a little more wiggle.
She gets home, and eating gets harder.
She snuggles up to watch the lighting of the tree, and wiggles some more.
One root gone.
Two roots gone.
Three roots gone.
Hanging by a thread.
One good pull…
And we are down two!
I hope she doesn’t have Tooth Fairy Fever…