You would think I would be used to loose teeth by now. I've had a few of my own, and Trinity has lost at least two now. But I just can't get past the gross-out-gag factor. One of Trinty's front teeth is very loose and on the verge of coming out. Although I'm all for her getting rid of the chic-let like teeth she inheritated from her father, I get the chills at every wiggle. All I have to say is...Please, God, let her loose her tooth somewhere else and I'll still put a dollar under her pillow. I swear.
Shelly
Make it stop!!!
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