Big Sissy got that tooth out of Mary's mouth.
It was hanging by a hair.
Molly's a tough nut.
Mary was excited about it all -- squealing, chicken-ing out, wanting it pulled.
I was perfectly content to be the photographer.
We finally agreed to count to 3, but I'd already clued Molly in to yank that baby out on 2.
Great tactic in my opinion.