I love to bike, but don't as often as I would like to.
I read more often than I have time for.
I bake just as much bread as we need.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
there's a crack in my mouth...
This morning, Ingy came to me very concerned and nervous stating, "there's a crack in the back of my mouth, Mom!" I looked and saw a little cut, like she'd eaten something that had cut her gum -- we had really crusty bread on Easter Sunday, so I figured that's what it was.
Tonight, during dinner, she exclaimed, "Mom, I can feel a BONE in my mouth!"
What????? So I took a harder look. Lo and behold, she's getting a molar.
So the question now is, does this warrant a visit from the tooth fairy? No tooth was lost...