Tough Kids Rule

Those are my boys.

The one on the right, who is named Riley, is 11 now. When he was 6 or 7, around the time that picture was taken, the following happened.

It was late afternoon. I was in the office at home playing a poker tournament online. My wife was making dinner and the boys were in the playroom having a snack and watching TV. One of Riley's front teeth was so loose that he couldn't eat his snack and he was howling about it. Of course I was trying to ignore it so I could focus on what I was doing.

He wouldn't stop yelling and was driving my wife crazy. I heard her shout, "Riley, go see daddy."

He came into the office and I asked him what was wrong. He told me and I said to come over because I was going to pull it. He approached with some trepidation and allowed me to try and pull it but I couldn't get a grip with my bare fingers. I told him to go get a tissue and probably made some promises that it wouldn't hurt.

He came back with the tissue and bravely allowed me to yank out the offending tooth. It made a kind-of-sickening crunch sound as it came free, but maybe that is too much information. After I was done I took a look and I had pulled the wrong tooth. I guess the other one was a little loose also.

I started laughing and said, "Get back over here, I pulled the wrong one." To this day I can't believe that he did come back over. The original loose one was immediately yanked also. I have a pic of him with no front teeth but can't find it.

That is all.