A few months ago, we had to pull out Truman’s two top front teeth by a dentist due to earlier trauma. This morning, Truman approached me as I was getting ready to leave the house and he said, “Dad, will you pull my tooth?” Without any hesitation or concern on his part, I took Truman into the bathroom, tied a dental floss tooth snare and pulled his bottom tooth out without any problems. He is such a calm boy that he didn’t even whimper (unlike Norah who freaks out every time we have to pull a tooth).