A few weeks ago, Little Dude came up to me and said "Mommy, my tooth is loose." Was it ever....it was on the verge of falling out, along with the one right beside it. Well, his older sister heard this and got right down to the business of getting that tooth out for him. All afternoon they worked on it: Little Dude holding his mouth open while his sister (I mean, dentist) wiggled and twisted the tooth.
And that hard work paid off: later that day, tooth #1 came out (followed by tooth #2 a couple of days later). Our resident dentist stayed with her patient the whole time, even ensuring his recovery was comfortable. She didn't even ask for payment (the loot from the tooth fairy), only asking for a hug.
If only every dental procedure were so enjoyable!