Wait, I'm how old again?
Every once in a while something happens that makes me realize that I'm not the 17-year-old I usually picture in my head. Many apparent milestones pass me by, but somehow this one just slammed right into me: I'm the mother of a child who lost a tooth!
P.S. He doesn't ride in the front seat of course... he just likes to come up and push the automatic door buttons for me and I snagged this pic.
P.S. He doesn't ride in the front seat of course... he just likes to come up and push the automatic door buttons for me and I snagged this pic.
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