Wednesday, June 25, 2003


Oscar lost a puppy tooth. He has probably lost others (and ate 'em like tic tacs), but this is the first one I have seen. A brand spankin' new fang has been pushing this one out all week. At the urging of a friend I tried to pull it, but I just couldn't. Not that I am squeamish... but I have those dreams about all my teeth falling out, so I lost my nerve.

My friend yanked it out this evening and handed it over. It doesn't look pleasant, but I thought I would hang onto it to show Aaron. When I got home, I couldn't find it. I imagined stumbling upon it weeks later and screaming in horror. I kept asking Oscar "Where is your tooth?" but he just gave me that "Look lady, I gave it to you to hold" gaze. Turned out I had left it in the car. Should I stick it under Oscar's dog bed cushion and replace it with a bisquit in the morning?

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