“I thought it was a seed,” my 5-year-old girl said as she held something between her fingers while eating a grape from her dinner plate.
I turned to Greg and asked, “What is that?”
Then I realized it was her tooth. The one I tried to talk her into pulling two hours earlier. The one my friend Courtney offered to pull while we were swimming. Her second missing tooth.
That toothless grin is precious. And my girl is growing up right at the dinner table.
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