Danny finally lost his first tooth last Saturday. Actually, he had me pull it out. The tooth fairy visited him and left a dollar. He took his magnifying glass and found a wing print on his window as well a scuff mark near the baseboard. Danny has deduced that the tooth fairy is much taller than I thought.

Kelly has had only two bottom teeth for the longest time. She now has two upper teeth coming in, but not the two middle teeth! We’re afraid she will end up looking like a little vampire.

I have brushed Charlie’s teeth twice now. She tolerates me doing this. In fact she enjoys biting down on the brush when I do her molars, or whatever a dog’s back teeth are called.

(Note: We have decided to call Foxseas Starkist Tuna “Charlie” instead of “Kisser”. Charlie Fishback, named after some friend of Grandma Petrides. I just could not see myself standing on the front porch yelling “Kisser!”)