This is the tooth, that fell out of the mouth, that got kicked by the foot, of the sister in the top bunk... in the house that Tyler bought.

Seriously, we have been pulling on that thing religiously every night for a week. (Here is one unsuccessful attempt.)



So I go to Zumba tonight and miss all the action when Ivory kicks it out. Figures.

Now there is just a hole.



And yes, for those very astute people, Ivory's hair is much shorter than it used to be, but that is another post. While we are talking about other posts, remind me to tell you about June's obsession with hand sanitizer.

Over and out.