The tease in the Stewart house has always been that kissing is what makes your teeth fall out. All that kissing must have gotten to Emery. Emery has had two loose bottom teeth for a while. I tried to get him to let me pull them a couple of times, but he was worried about the blood, and it hurting. So, he just waited. Last Saturday (10/22/11) at about lunchtime, I looked in his mouth and one tooth was gone (it had been there the night before) and the other was barely hanging on. Emery reached in and plucked it out.
The kids couldn't find any money in Emery's bed in the morning, but the tooth ewas gone (it had slipped down on the floor in its little baggie). While the kids were eating breakfast Mom found the stash of money in the bed. The tooth fairy left $5 for two teeth, even though the one was missing. Lucky kid!
(sorry about the sideways picture, I have fought with it for an hour, and I cannot make it turn)
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