This was the method used when I was a trembling six-year-old with a few loose teeth.
My daughter Lucy, discussed it lengthily with her grandfather and agreed to this very same method. She was so brave. At least the pliers were pink.
It hurt, but only for a moment, just like he said it would.
Then, there's the shock of those raw empty spaces in your mouth. It feels so weird. But it's all worth it for the promise of gain from the mysterious, often forgetful, tooth fairy. But, not for Lucy. In true Lucy fashion
... she would forfeit the meager change under a pillow, for the dazzling trophy around her neck.
She just happens to have a grandmother with a stockpile of glass and a soldering iron...
... who also obliges to make little wishes like this come true.