Katriel wasn’t quite sure she liked the idea of teeth coming out.  Even though we celebrate with ice cream, she wondered about how the whole thing would feel.   As it got looser and looser, she got a little anxious and confessed her concerns.  I reminded her that Jesus knew exactly how she felt.  I reminded her that Jesus was once almost six years old and how He had His first loose tooth and that He understood exactly how she felt.  We prayed.  She got braver about wiggling it, which we were happy about, because the adult tooth had already erupted behind the baby tooth.  And then, she started asking Mama to try to pull on it.  And most of the times we tried, it wasn’t quite ready.  Then on Sunday night… voila!

She was ecstatic.  Just one week shy of six, she danced around the kitchen and ran through the house to show all her siblings.  Moments later she had her boots on and Daddy was taking her to Walmart to pick out her ice cream.