My son has a loose tooth. I want it to fall out, so I told him not to wiggle it because it grosses me out. I know that telling him that will make him play with it more.
The thing is.
It really does gross me out.
Seeing it wiggle in there and remembering what it feels like makes me feel like throwing up.
And now I've handed him all the power.
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