Lil was going to lose her first tooth. Three weeks after it first wiggled.
Lillian began teething at three months old. At Camp Twistypants. An annual camping tradition, with many beloved friends, on Labor Day weekend. I can't tell you why it's call Camp Twistypants. I'd have to kill you. But I can tell you, pants get twisted. And pants come off. Lillian was conceived there. So it was only fitting that her first tooth would erupt in that exact same spot. On a 370 acre Christmas tree farm. In a tent.
The night before her tooth fell out, I tried to pull it out. I was that excited. And so was she.
She climbed up into the bathroom sink. "I'll be in charge of pulling out the tooth." Grady told us. I put him in charge of the camera instead. This is what we got...
|A big, black ass.|
|No idea who this guy is.|