Rex: After this, Valerie, you're going to have bragging rights.
Valerie: Wait. I'm going to get a sweater.
Amira: For your tooth, Valerie?
Valerie, at the age of 12, has had a loose tooth for days. It's her lower right canine. Although she could have pulled it herself or waited for the dentist appointment on Monday, she and Rex headed out the back door with a bow, arrow and dental floss.
Valerie: it wouldn't come out. The first time it broke the line. The second time it slipped off my tooth.
Rex was in hot pursuit to the house,
Rex; Valerie! Let's get fishing line!!!
Valerie: Daddy, this time we're going to do it again! And this time nothing can stop us!!
Well, when that didn't work, Valerie informed me she was done for the evening. When I expressed my incredulousness she said, "you just want to finish your blog!"
Snap!
I'm out. The tooth is still in.
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