Tyler has needed his tooth pulled for about
4 days. I got home very late the other night and my wife Claire
says it can't wait any longer--of course it's
dad's job to pull the tooth right, well Tyler
ran around the house screaming as we gave chase.
Picture that--a screaming..I mean SCREAMING 7 year old
and his mom and dad running around the house--the pug
was giving chase too, I might add. Windows were
open-kid screaming LOUDLY-officer in the neighborhood
patroling-he hears the kid screaming through
the open windows-thinks there's a problem. So
as the chase is ending inside the BWD casa..I
pin him down and in 2 seconds the tooth comes out.
He continues to scream-I realize the windows are open
so I go to close one, look out the window and see Mr.
Officer beaming his 5 million watt lamp at my house.
I run down the stairs, open the door--"Is there a problem
inside" he asks..."Yes sir--I'm guilty of pulling a loose
tooth" I say. He laughs and says "You're having a tougher
night than me...see ya".....unreal. So here's Tyler
smiling away on the way to school this morning with proof
of the lost tooth......
