Taylor's friends have been dropping teeth for the past year. We are subjected to daily reports of who and how and queries of "when will it be my turn?" Taylor has been very impatient waiting for her first tooth to drop so she can display the GAP. She's been working on her first extraction for about three weeks. "Wiggle it, honey and it will eventually come out!" "But, when?" "Well, it's closer than five minutes ago when you asked." The tooth is hanging by a very thin piece of gum. Double Bubble, I think. Shari and the kids visited grandma this evening. "Grandma, can you get my tooth out?" Grandma whips out the dental floss and ropes the tooth. While they are talking about how to proceed, plink, the tooth comes out. Taylor is ecstatic. She has joined the ranks of the toothless smile. Another step. She's already talking about having braces...