Owie loses another tooth

With his freckles and those brown eyes I just can't help but smile. Owen is such a sweet boy with a passion for teasing. Looking at this picture I can see that his facial scars are fading. You can hardly see the one on his nose where his brother hit him with a garlic press (Owens teasing passion is only used on Mr. Luke (who has his own passion for violence)). Or the one on his cheek where Peggy bit him. But the one between his eyebrows is still there; this one came when he was learning to walk and would run like a bull with his head down.

Last weekend while playing with a friend Owens tooth fell out. It's been loose for a few months but was expedited when Owen tried to open a bottle with his teeth. Afterwords Owen and John Michael talked (fantasized) for approx. thirty minutes about the tooth fairy. What she might look like, how old she was, does she really have wings. They concluded that Owen must lay down that night and pretend to sleep and open his eyes just in time so that they could really, really know what she does in fact look like.

The tooth fairy reported to me that he was fast asleep but proved to be a more difficult client. Because he was still clutching his tooth.