Friday, March 16, 2012

Three down-- seventeen to go

Chomps tooth was very loose Thursday night.  He insisted on waiting for Daddy to pull it, but R was at a scotch tasting in Rowayton that night.  Friday morning, Ric left for work before Chomps was awake.  I asked if he wanted me to give it a tug, but he said he was going to wait for Daddy.  Chomps, who is usually my best eater, had slowed way down.  I guess by lunch time he was famished because down went the PB&J and down went the tooth.  

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