We’d been dealing with Anthony’s loose tooth for quite some time now. And for as much as he pulled, tugged, twisted and poked, that stupid-ass tooth just didn’t want to budge.
That was until Ann stepped in.
With a little gorilla force—and some blood, sweat and tears—she was finally able to get that sucker out!
In case you can’t see, there’s a gap on the bottom row of teeth. He now whistles when he says Mississippi and can’t wait until The Tooth Fairy arrives tonight.
Congrats, Tony! We did it!
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