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.
3 comments:
ha..I remember losing one tooth..My sister tied it to a door knob and slam it was out..We done all of Anna-Maria's teeth that way..Quick and to the point...Now you have to look at a big gap for 6 months..Scary..
when I first saw your photo strip, I thought the dude was crying because he wanted to lose a tooth, too - but I guess his sister can help him with that! ;)
Ohhhh..........she is SO precious!! I love it!
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