Yesterday my friend Ben and his wife Carrie brought over their daughters Hannah and Emma for a few hours. I put on some movies for them, including Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, which they admitted to never seeing previously. (Srsly, what's wrong with this new batch of children?? These are classics, for chrissakes!!) Emma has a loose tooth, and kept wiggling it back and forth. I encouraged her efforts, and provided many a napkin to sop up the blood. She expressed distaste for the blood, saying, "It tastes like an old lady dying in my mouth."
Emma is six years old.
I swear to gawd this happened.