…(insert Psycho music here)… TEETH (as in loose teeth and pulling teeth). Even as a kid I couldn’t handle when my teeth were loose. I preferred to let them fall out on their own, but my mom preferred to take me to a family friend to have them pulled. She’d wait each time to see if I would do it myself, but when they were hanging on by a thread and I didn’t touch them, off we went to have them pulled.
Now that a few of my kids are old enough that they’ve been losing teeth, those squeamish feelings come back. Thankfully the kids aren’t weird about it like I am, and neither is my husband. They will wiggle their loose teeth all day so that when daddy comes home at night he can put a string on them and yank them out.
I can take pictures, but I still get a stick stomach looking at it.
What part of being a mom makes you squirm?