As we tucked into our first dinner in San Francisco, it happened. Christopher's loose tooth (toof?) that has been bothering him for the past two weeks finally fell out. It isn't his first tooth, but this one seems symbolic - my baby, who now looks very "six", is growing up. Here he is in all his toothless glory, silly smile, ketchup smeared on his face, shark-tooth necklace, wearing his "twin" shirt (David has a matching one), proudly clutching his tooth.And he really wanted the tooth fairy to bring him a credit card...
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