All I Want For Christmas . . .
. . . is my TWO front teeth.
Tonight as Elizabeth sat watching Paul play Lego Star Wars on his laptop she wiggled away on her remaining top tooth. When Star Wars ended it was time for bed. Just when I was wondering why Elizabeth was not in bed we hear, "I got my tooth out!" coming from down the hall in the bathroom.
I kept asking her to say "Merry Christmas" for me but she just smiled instead.
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