On Sunday morning, Christopher jumped out of bed, put his hand in his mouth, ran into the bathroom, and then walked back into his room and said, "Mom, take my tooth out." One of his bottom teeth was just barely hanging on -- one wiggle, and it was out. Another tooth lost!
I congratulated him and showed him the tooth. He then matter-of-factly informed me, "If I were to get anything under my pillow, army duct tape would be my main priority."
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