It was only after a day of drama, tears, and worry that it finally was able to be pulled out. He worked on it all day but wouldn’t let anyone else touch it. Bedtime rolled around and the drama escalated.
“What if I swallow it???!” Tears streamed down his face.
I told him he had two choices. Either go to bed and pull it in the morning or let daddy or I pull it out. Apparently mom is too rough, so daddy got the honors. Can you believe it came right out with one tug? A whole days worth of stress could have been avoided! Oh my sweet sweet boy! There goes #5!