So we're eating waffles on Sunday morning, and Desi starts getting a sad look. We ask why. He says, through half a bite of waffles, "I think I swallowed my tooth."
Indeed he had. His fear, of course, was that now he wouldn't get any money for it. No evidence, no reward. We assured him the TFairy would accept a handwritten note in lieu of a nasty old tooth. Sure enough, she did. So all is well.
No other loose teeth to report.
Gotta go tutor now, but wanted to post this bit of Shanghai news. Perfectly captures the place these days.
Beautiful weather. 5 day weekend coming up. That means lots of wiffle ball. Life is grand.