We first noticed it a little wiggly about 3 weeks ago and encouraged wiggling. By this past Tuesday he began complaining of that tooth hurting, so I knew those roots were gone and short sharp stubs were left. I asked him on Friday before I left to wait and try not to pull it until his Dad and I got home on Sunday. But, that was not possible. It was bugging him so bad that he sat in church with Grandmama and wiggled it the entire time.
After they got back home, he went off alone and yanked the thing out of his head. He said it didn't hurt and that there was very little blood. No big deal.
For the past 2 years if you would have asked him what he wants to be when he grows up, he would say that he wants to be a dentist like his Dad. He is now well underway to that goal, with his first tooth pulled by himself. If he follows this path, this is only one of a lifetime he will get to pull.
No matter how many holes there are, I will still always love that heart-melting smile.