(the progression of the photos goes as follow; 1. Are you sending this to Daddy? 2. I make funny sounds. 3. This is my picture Dude. 4. I said get out! 5. Miss Boo hit me because I was trying to be in the picture."
I remember NOTHING about losing teeth as a child. It's strange, I think. Isn't it? Doesn't everyone remember losing at least one tooth? I know by the size of my teeth that I wasn't born with these honkers. Could you imagine?! But the memories are gone. As Mr. Finn has said on many occasions, it is my early onset Alzheimer's.
At least I haven't lost any important information, right? And... how would I know that?
Maybe I should stick to writing down the "important" things in my children's lives while I still remember.
Miss Boo lost her 4th tooth last night after a loooonnnnng day of it hanging by a literal string. She spent the better part of the early evening freaked out that she would lose it while she slept and swallow it. I assured her that it would be out by the time she brushed her teeth. I was right. I am always right. The toothbrush was the thing that finally wrenched that poor little tooth from her mouth.
And now we have this scrumptious picture that all mothers love.