My tooth ith loothe! My tooth ith loothe!
I can’t go to thcool, that’th my excuthe.
I wath fine latht night when I went to bed,
But today it’th hanging by a thread!
My tooth ith loothe! My tooth ith loothe!
I’m telling you the honetht truth.
It maketh me want to jump and thouth!
My tooth ith loothe…Oopth! Now it’th out!
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This would be Sydney today with her top front tooth loose. "DADDY DADDY! My tooth is loothe! Now I'm a big GIRL! All my children in school will be so proud of me. All the children get loothe teeth. And now, I'll leave my tooth under my bed and I'll get a WHISTLE."
Wow...I thought I'd be on the hook for Five Bucks but apparently a plastic whistle will do the job.
On a side note... Nathan told me this afternoon that she had the loose tooth and we were sitting in Baja Fresh getting lunch to go. I broke down crying. In Baja Fresh. That's not normal.
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