This morning when her knee hit it, it was dangling. She could turn it sideways and looked SO funny! Wish I had taken a picture of it.
So I was washing dishes and the girls were watching a movie when I heard the ear-piercing, shrieking, bloody mercy squeal of Neely. If you don't know her personally, then you haven't had a chance to hear it. She is loud. Even her normal talking voice is loud (she's gets it from her daddy). She could definitely be a cheerleader with that voice. Here's an example from when she was a toddler:
She was terribly upset and crying. She was devastated. She had been eating a pear when it happened. She had blood dripping from her mouth and was in an innocent panic. I was devastated for her. She had waited six months for that loose tooth to come out th to put under her pillow. It broke my heart.
I asked her if she was sure she had swallowed it. I knew full well she had. I mean, was there another explanation? Could it be that while she was chewing, it fell out of her mouth? Not likely.
She cried, "I know I swallowed it because I can feel it and it's not there!
I got her pear from her and started looking at the new gaping hole between her teeth when Teagan started shrieking too.
"There it is! I found it! It's in her pear!"
And sure enough, there it was stuck right up in the last bite she had taken.
Relief. That's the feeling I had come over me. Neely was happy. All is right with the world. And the tooth fairy can add us to her agenda.