"Mom I think I'm having a tooth problem." Amaya said as she rubbed her right cheek.
"Why is that?" I asked.
"Because I have another loose tooth... and I don't know if it should be." She continued to rub her cheek.
"I told you to brush more or your teeth are going to fall out of your head." I teased her. "Come here. Let me see." I said as I waved her closer.
"Don't touch it!" She backed away.
"I won't." I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. I had her open up her mouth so she could show me and I reassured her that it was fine. "It barely wiggles, it's not ready."
"It hurts." She complained.
"You'll be fine." I told her.
"Well... all I'm really worried about is my eating." She explained.
"Amaya you're not going to starve!" I told her.
I gave her some Motrin for the pain then had the kids brush their teeth and go to bed.
Twenty minutes later I heard a grunting scream coming from the bathroom. I opened the door and there was Amaya holding her tooth in her hand leaning over the sink.
"Why won't it stop bleeding?" She started to panic.
"Amaya! It's because it wasn't ready to come out. Oh my gosh look at the hole!"
"But I can eat right?" She asked.