Don't know if I ever mentioned I was losing one of my front teeth. This all started during summer camp when I bumped into another kid's head. I was just minding my own business...BUT not watching where I was going. It looked so funny Uncle Steven called me Dylly McPhee. My Mom took me to the dentist and they said it would come out in due time. She said you can't rush a good thing...the longer your baby teeth stay in, the better the new teeth will be. So all this time I've been looking funny if you know what I mean.
Today we were at Wally Mart...I was just being myself (again) bouncing a "cookie monster" ball and yep, you got it...it hit me in the mouth and out popped my tooth. Now I know how Ileana felt so many years ago. You don't know how many times my parents tried to get that tooth to come out. They pulled on it, threatened to tie it to the door knob and other fun things. Everyone gave us their own remedy for getting it to come loose. But none of them worked and some we really didn't want to try.
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To think all we needed was a rubber ball. Here is a picture of me...toothless! The only good thing is the new tooth is already knocking on the door. That will limit my toothless time. I'm in my Uncle David's wedding next weekend and all I needed was to be toothless while wearing my first tux. I really wanted to look cool...oh well, that's life. (I'll post pics of the event next weekend.) I tell my Mom I won't give my usual broad smile for the group pictures. I want to look somewhat normal.
Enough for today....have a great week. I'm already dreading tomorrow. I plan to stay quiet all day so they won't even know I lost my tooth. For sure the new teacher will be very happy.
Dylan
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