I restrained myself - well, my husband restrained me if we are being honest here. I managed the whole week without pulling it out although I did offer a lot of crunchy carrots and apples to him. I knew it would come out in due time and last night it happened on its own.
As we were clearing the table my son ran into the kitchen, the pearly white tooth in his hand and a HUGE gap in the front of his mouth. I have to admit that I squawked a bit, squeeled a bit, and basically shed a tear. My desire to pull out that tooth and rid myself of staring at it hanging there was overwhelmingly overtaken by the realization that my baby is growing up, that he's not going to be my little guy forever.
Now I need to embrace the huge front tooth phase. I hope I'm up for it.