“You sure it won’t hurt, this way of plucking out shaky tooth?”

“Yes, darling.”

“Mummy, are you reallyreallyreally sure? A hundred percent sure?”

“Yes, darling. Mummy is really sure.”

“But mummy, I’m scared. Jaymee cried when you slammed the door. What if it’s so painful that I cry?”

“Jason, dear. I’m sure you wouldn’t cry. You’re mummy’s brave little boy, aren’t you?”

“But—”

“Munchkin, you better hurry up.”

“Okay, push the door.”

“One, two, thr—”

“Eek. Nomummynomummynomummynomummynomummynomummy”

“ee.”

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“Ow.”

‘That wasn’t so bad. was it? Oh darling, why’s your face all scrounged up like this?"

“MUMMY! You took the wrong tooth out!”

“Oh, fuck. Again?”