One of my primary teeth is loose. Alas, it's going to be extracted again.
Count it. This is the eighth tooth pulled out. My mother asked me to solve it by myself. She said, "you should pull out this tooth earlier, because the new tooth is about to grow." When I think of the first tooth, my mother took me to the dentist to have it pulled out. Now I don't need to go to the dentist to have my teeth pulled out, because I can pull them out myself. Do you think I'm brave?
After lunch, my mother went to take a nap. I sat there, pushed and pulled, shook left and pulled right, and it was taken down. I rinsed my mouth with clear water and cleaned up the blood. And then I put that tooth in the tooth jar, where all the teeth I pulled out.