Last week we went to the YMCA, nothing unusual. Torrin bought an apple. Again nothing unusual; the kids usually get a piece of fruit to nibble on as it's late afternoon/early evening when we go and they're always already hungry for dinner at that time. Except on this occasion? The top tooth had finally fallen out after a long, gruesome battle to remain hanging in his mouth. The tooth next to it is loose and one next to the bottom middle set is even loosy-goosier. Poor Torrin couldn't eat his apple.
We've just in the past handful of days set up Torrin's own gmail account. On Sunday I received this message from Torrin (three rooms away, mind you):
,hello
mom how are you,i cant eat a apple
torrin
Being the nice mommy that I am, I responded:
Poor little Wiggle-Toothed Torrin, maybe we need to feed you baby food! What do you think? Should we pick you out some jars of baby food next time we go to the grocery store? :)
Poor little Wiggle-Toothed Torrin, maybe we need to feed you baby food! What do you think? Should we pick you out some jars of baby food next time we go to the grocery store? :)
To which I didn't receive a written reply, just a disgruntled, AWWWWWWW Mom!
3 commentaires:
That's funny! His little email is so cute!
I love his hair color, by the way! :)
hehe, yay for Clariol home hair coloring for $3.99. We're growing his hair out, too. Should be interesting.
He is too cute!!!
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