We have a situation here. We have a tooth that is hanging on by a string. I mean you can see the next tooth pushing it's way up but this little tooth does not want to come out. Maybe I should say that Brooke does not want it to come out. We have been at this for an hour now. Currently, she is in the bathroom - she kicked J & I out. We have tried a morning popcicle, dental floss as a tug-of-war rope, baby orajel, a dremel (although that was a bit of an April Fools joke), mouth wash (j's idea - i don't get it) we even made a mini documentary but alas, the tooth will not come out. I remember when I was little and everyone wanted a shot at pulling my tooth - I hated it. I had to be in control of my own toothless destiny...imagine that. So I would lock myself in the bathroom until I finally pulled it out myself. So now, Brooke is in the bathroom, at my request. I told her not to come out until the toothe was in hand. So here I am waiting. waiting. waiting. It is so quiet in there.
Oh here she is - she wants me but I send J instead - I can not deal with teeth stuff. It grosses me out, always has.
I hear clipping coming from behind the bathroom door. Man, J is clipping her nails - he sidetracks so easily and she is the master of manipulation but what little girl isn't when it comes to her daddy. I bet in the next 5 minutes or so, I will hear her utter, "come on daddy, let's clean the shower!" That will occupy him for hours - he will totally forget about the tooth. Some people believe you should treat OCD I say as long as my house is spotless, no treatment is necessary.

UhOh. J has emerged and without the tooth. Ahh the agony of defeat or should I say of da-tooth.

Game over. Stubborn baby tooth 1. Parental Units 0.