Little Girl Loses It

Little Girl continues on her path of determined difference.

She has always celebrated the fact that she is a left-handed, blue-eyed blond, born on an even day in a different town (etc...) in a family of children who are right-handed, brown eyed brunettes, born on odd days in the same town (etc...).
The other children (example here) have all followed the path of least resistence when it comes to losing teeth. They want NO ONE touching their loose teeth and they are determined that the teeth will come out when THEY decide they want them out. NO ONE is touching the tooth but THEM. The other three have been very set on this group decision.
Little Girl has grown increasingly concerned that she is in the later half of her 1st grade year and has yet to loose a tooth. It is almost a daily occurance to hear her ask questions about when she will finally receive a visit from the tooth fairy. (I feel a bit of apprehension as I see this as a pattern she will probably continue - an angst to experience all that life has to offer...) She was absolutely ecstatic the day she realized that one of her teeth was remotely loose. She called everyone she could think of (or wanted to, at least).
She has been unceasing in her work to loosen the tooth as much as possible whenever possible. She has even begged Dad to "work on her tooth" before she goes to bed each night. As Dad was working on it last night, he was able to pop it right out of her mouth. Unaware, Little Girl said "ouch" and asked if she could work on it some. She had the washcloth (tiny teeth too hard to grasp with big fingers) and was trying to get a grip on the tooth. The fact that there was blood on the washcloth and in her mouth didn't bother her. In fact, she had been glad to see the blood as it gave her a sign that the tooth was getting closer to coming out. So, there she was trying to grab the tooth with the washcloth. Dad was just laughing behind her back. She tried again. And again. She looked at him and said she couldn't get a grip on her tooth. Dad held up his hand and said, "You mean this tooth?" She was beside herself with glee.
Maybe she'll be a nurse someday. She's the only one so far who hasn't totally freaked over the blood and slight pain that comes with tooth pulling. Even the boy is a sissy when it comes to having a tooth pulled.