Two were yanked by the dentist (they were interfering with adult teeth trying to grow in) and the third was yanked by yours truly during a bloody encounter in our living room, in front of company.
You see, his first-ever wiggly tooth was stubbornly refusing to fall out. He wiggled it and pushed it and tried to twist it, but it couldn’t move much because of the adult tooth growing in behind it. The only place for it to go was out — as in sticking straight out — and from a distance it looked like he’d already lost it.
“Oh, you’ve lost your front tooth!” neighbours and friends and strangers would exclaim at his gappy smile.
“No,” we’d reply. “It just looks that way.”
“Mmmmphh!” he’d shriek, his lips pressed together tightly and his little shoulders shaking with laughter.