She lost tooth #3 yesterday. Due to a comedy/tragedy (fine line) of errors, she had to leave this note under her pillow last night: "Daer tooth fary / my tooth came out today / it got thron in to the garbage / srry."
Here, she squints at her toothless reflection in the butter knife. Then, she really hams it up for the camera.
No matter what fear or worry dwells in my heart, my cute kid is my pure antidote.