So I checked with our dentist about Elizabeth's "shark tooth" and the long and the short of it was that we booked an extraction for this morning.
I had been trying to wiggle the tooth out with some vim but Elizabeth found it painful and it was not budging so I was fairly resigned. Plus I'd learned that the baby roots wouldn't dissolve any more once the permanent tooth isn't underneath. Brendan and I went to the appointment "en famille" because we suspected we both might be needed in order to deal with the freezing needles (Elizabeth is not a fan of needles in general). We left Matthew at home, figuring an extraction might not be the best first introduction to dental care.
Predictably, Elizabeth was fine with the idea of getting out the tooth right until dentist started talking about needles. I'd talked to them in advance, but he is very keen on teaching and I guess he couldn't help himself in his desire to explain the entire process. As Elizabeth put it: "First he put strawberry (numbing gel) on my tongue and made sure I liked the taste. Then he gave my teeth a needle. It was like a real one but tiny and pokier." She hasn't mentioned the part where Mom had to hold her down and help pry open her mouth. She did NOT like the sensation of the freezing going in, strangely. But at least she took the admonition not to wiggle seriously.
Once the freezing was in (two needles worth), Dr Jack gave her a mirror so she could watch. I'm a wimp when it comes to my kids and blood but Elizabeth seemed to like the idea of watching. There was a lot of blood, but at least it came out easily. There was a substantial root on the one side so that explains why it was not coming out on its own. She sobbed through most of the rest of the appointment, but managed to stop crying long enough to pick a bouncy ball from the treasure box.
The good news is that despite the dire predictions of Dr Google, the dentist says that it doesn't follow that her other teeth will all be shark teeth in his experience. This is good since $130 per tooth not including tooth fairy fees will add up fast. Not to mention that I found the whole thing fairly traumatic and it wasn't even my mouth.
Elizabeth was VERY subdued afterwards but as the freezing wore off the excitement and pride of being toothless started to overtake her dismay at the way it happened. Tooth was duly placed in tooth bag with great care. Tooth fairy left glitter dust on the dresser and a very shiny loonie in lieu of tooth, tooth being duly shined in the time-honoured fashion learned from my own parents (toothpaste!).
Now she's going around proudly showing her gap to anyone who will look.