Last Saturday the kids were running around being totally crazy, when all of a sudden Arran came rushing in, completely devastated. His top tooth, which had been hanging precariously for days, had finally in the midst of the chasing and wrestling, been knocked out. He did NOT want to show us, but Bryttain excitedly showed off the booty, as proud as could be. She is so funny, it was not even her tooth.
Try as hard as I might, Arran did not want to let me take a photo, and James scolded me for trying to catch the moment as my little boy cried (I was not completely heartless, daddy was cuddling him at the time already). Finally after some tickling we got half a reluctant smile. My little boy looks so different now.
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