Finally, on Tuesday afternoon we made him. We literally chased him around the house trying to get our hands on him so that Nate could pull it (jerks, anyone?). He wailed and cried and freaked and flailed. It was ridiculous. Then we finally gave up. I convinced Z to look in the mirror and twist it and push it around himself. (He was mostly freaked out by the blood.) He had the whole thing turned around and it still wouldn't come out. Nate finally came in and Z began to flip out again. Nate finally got his hands on it and pulled it out while Z still flailed...then we told him to stop and feel his tooth. He had no idea that Nate had pulled it out while he was freaking out. ;)
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