visited our home for the first time ever last night.
Finley was eating dinner and talking to Ryan. Ryan noticed that his front tooth look weird. Finley goes to the bathroom and comes back saying it's loose. Sure enough a wobbly tooth. And just seconds later it was out and in his hand - with little to no effort (pain). Lucky Duck. I don't remember it being that easy. I remember my mom or dad tying dental floss around the tooth and having to tug rip them out. I hope that the other teeth pop out in such a painless manner.
The best part, Finley's lips are so full that you can't really tell he lost a tooth. Hence all the fingers holding his lip down. Pretty awesome.
(Please disregard the basement lighting. It's not the best.)