My youngest looked at me like I had just told him Santa didn't exist. He then decided to take matters into his own hands and flew across the room to punch his older brother square in the face.
Shocked, I grabbed my youngest and was explaining that he couldn't punch his brother in the face, (even though I knew it was my irresponsibility that had caused the whole thing), when my oldest in a shocked voice said, "hey it worked!! He knocked my tooth out!!"
And sure enough, he had!! That tooth flew out of my oldest sons mouth, it took us 3 minutes to find!
Here's the newly lost tooth, it's his 3rd.
Here's my youngest showing off his muscles that knocked the tooth out.
...and here's the reenactment.
I'm so glad I don't have girls....