Last week (despite repeated warnings from yours truly), Brooklyn's front tooth was viciously ripped from her perfectly precious little mouth while playing a game of "I'll-pretend-I'm-a-dog-biting-on -this-blanket-and-you-rip-it-out-of-my-mouth-as-hard-as-you-can" with Aubrey.
This came exactly ONE day after telling my friends at Cafe Rio while eating my chicken taco: "Having my kid's teeth get knocked out is my worst nightmare."
Remember when I told a friend that Aubrey cutting off all her hair would be my worst nightmare and then she scalped herself the next day?
Yep.
Moral of the story:
If you order a chicken taco at Cafe Rio, you'll wish you would've ordered the pork.
And also,
I told you so.
2 comments:
Ouch! Was it loose or anything? Poor Brooklyn.
Ah! Horrific! Stop vocalizing your worst nightmares!
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