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I'm sitting at our roll-top, nursing Miles, about to post a picture of the one-week-old, when Bowden comes in smiling... ...to show me what is now missing! He's been saying that his bottom tooth was loose, and apparently when he was playing in his room just now, it came out!
You can see the tip of the new tooth just behind it! A six-year-old! Without a tooth! Whattaguy!
He couldn't find it on the bear rug, and neither could I, but hopefully it will show up so we can use it to barter with the Widjiwats tonight or tomorrow.

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lisa d said…
[GASP!] i can't believe he didn't show me at dinner! he showed me where he broke his toy snake, but this is big!

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