My tooth fell out while I was eating french toast on Sunday morning. It didn't hurt at all, but for some reason I still cried into Daddy's shoulder for three solid minutes. I was very sad, and I don't know why. Sometimes I get that way.
I didn't want anyone to know I lost my tooth. Mommy wanted to call Grandma and Grandpa and tell them, but I would let her. I wrote a note to the tooth fairy (video coming soon!) asking her if I could keep my tooth. I wonder if she'll still give me something.
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