somebody, i’m not sure who, but remind me to kick his ass thank him, gave my 6-year-old my cell phone number. i typically don’t answer it when she calls, and when i pick up my messages there are 30-some-odd calls from Emily saying pretty much the exact. same. thing.
“hi mommy, this is me, emily, josh is doing XXXX, and haydee won’t let me do XXXX. call me back. i love you. bye”
yesterday, i actually answered one of the times she called.
It was a happy call. pretty much the happiest i’ve ever heard her.
because…
(seriously SCARY picture of Emily. it was so hard to get the right angle to get her gapped-smile AND her tooth in the picture. she would kill me if she saw this…but, then again, she doesn’t know about the wiener picture either
)
FINALLY. her tooth fell out.
i can finally stop hearing about it now. and she can stop forcing me to stick my hands in her mouth and ‘feel her wiggle’. (oh, the google hits!)
she got a nice visit from the tooth fairy who gave her a $5 bill and an “I Heart Troy” pillow
now, i can start getting to work on that orthodontic fund…
