May 2010
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Ick. Oh, and ICK. Did I mention ICK!?
When I picked up Stella at school today, she opened her hand to show me a tiny baby tooth. “Stella!” I cooed. “You lost a tooth today, sweetie?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. ”It’s not mine.”
I stopped in my tracks. ”What do you mean it’s not yours?”
“It’s Emmet’s.” (A boy in her kindergarten...