While driving home Saturday...
Eamon: <wiggling a baby tooth> "My tooth is really loose."
Me: "Do you want your dad to pull it when we get home?"
Eamon: "No!"
Me: "Ok, well, do you want to pull it?"
Eamon: "Maybe. Slowly..."
Me: "Whatever. As long as you don't expect me to do it."
Eamon: <surprised> "Oh! It just came out."
Me: "Ew! Is it bleeding?"
Eamon: "I don't think so."
Looking over at him when I stop at the next red light...
Me: "AUGH! There is BLOOD smeared from your forehead to your mouth!!"
Eamon: <nonchalantly> "Huh. I wonder how that happened?"
This kid... ;)
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