so the tooth fell out
while cody was trying to bite me
because i wouldn't buy him a second ice cream cone.
(i don't think he'll try to bite me again.)
he immediately started crying,"i'm broken, i'm broken."
i didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.
"hey, cody, now the tooth fairy will come and bring you a present!
let's go home and call grandma."
once again, i'm thinking in terms of the family in the
"how to raise kids" handbook. (which is not us.)
cody was having none of it. "why isn't god nice to me?"
he DID get excited about getting a car under his pillow this morning.
but then he wanted his tooth back.
at first i thought it was because he wanted to put it under his pillow again,
kind of a 2 for one deal.
then i realized it was because he wanted to put the tooth back in his mouth, to make himself fixed.
lemme take a look at that handbook again.
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