Dale has finally hit that stage of childhood.
The one where he goes around with his tongue halfway poking out, or one finger stuck in his mouth....
... wiggling a loose tooth.
He lost the two bottom ones on his own; after much wiggling they just sort of... fell out.
Then the first top tooth got loose. And hung around for quite a while in a funny, sticking-out-forward position. I started calling him "Bucky".
Finally, enough was enough, and the tooth had to go.
I certainly was too squeamish to pull the thing, so I called on the same man that had pulled a few of my and my sister's teeth: PawPaw.
I asked him if he was still in the business, and sure enough, he was immediately able to put his hands on that same ol' little pair of pliers.
The pliers, I remember.
The headlock, I think may be new.
Nevertheless, the extraction was successful.
No more Bucky.
Just a cute snaggletoothed Dale!