So, last night The Gals were in the bath tub, and, being the good mother I am, I was downstairs folding laundry. When I went up to check on them, The Dancer says "Look!" The Soccer Player is holding a tooth in her hand and is smiling the smile of someone who has no front teeth. I am in shock, of course, because she just lost the other front tooth Saturday night, and she has only just started losing teeth, so I have been figuring she would be about 10 by the time the next one fell out. While I am trying to get over the sight of my baby with no teeth, The Dancer says, "You're welcome." Before I can even ask what that is about, The Soccer Player says, "She pulled my tooth out." And, again, The Dancer says, "You're welcome."It took me back to when I was a little girl, and I pulled out my sister Jackie's tooth at our babysitter's house while the other little kids held her arms down. (It wasn't like it wasn't already loose, and she really liked money then.)
Gotta love sisters!
1 comment:
That is so cute!
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