I had a lovely massage last night.
Drove home happy and relaxed.
Opened the door.
"MOMMY, MOMMY, K IS UPSTAIRS FREAKING OUT BECAUSE HER TOOTH IS GOING TO COME OUT AND POP WAS YELLING AND YOU'VE GOT TO GO UP THERE RIGHT NOW!!!"
I couldn't believe the effects of an hour long massage could be undone so quickly.
But the tooth came out (eventually) and we all lived to see another day.
Overheard this morning on the subject of loose teeth:
E: Can you believe you get money just for having a tooth fall out? That's a pretty sweet deal.
Indeed.
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