My kid may be a ham

I think it's official; my kid may be a ham. She lost a tooth in the beginning of June (read: worked it every minute of every day until she was able to yank it out of her mouth). I wasn't there that night to take pics (read: slaving my behind off at work) and apparently her Daddy said something along these lines: "Mommy is making me take pictures; she'll kill us if we don't; let's humor her." I'm only guessing but I'm pretty sure it is pretty close to what was really said.

Here are the pictures. You be the judge: ham or not ham.