Last night, as we were dozing, Caleb came in to tell us that his "tooth itches." We checked it and agreed that it was still pretty loose and sent him off to bed. A minute later, we heard, "It's gone." He came back in the room with the look. You know the one: a combination of pain and adrenaline and disbelief and glee--breathless and bloody. Time for the hockey-player look. I love it!
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Congrats Caleb! Love the look. Let us know when you are on Skype next.
It looks good on you Caleb!! Bittersweet for me but forward is good!
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