Toothless in Colorado.
Guess what happened yesterday?
I picked up a snaggletooth from the bus stop.
I begged him to stop wiggling the darn thing until we could get home and take a picture.
He barely made it. When I tied his hands behind his back in the car, he wiggled it with his tongue. Thank goodness I drive fast and like a maniac. We got home just in the nick of time.
He showed Daddy and wiggled and wiggled and wiggled.
And wiggled and giggled and wiggled.
And then something happened.
And then he told us that the going rate for a tooth was $1,000.
Boy were we unprepared.
Forever in debt,