We keep our selves entertained.

I can't tell you the tooth drama is this crib the last month. Reid had his first loose tooth, and being the sweet wittle hoarder that he is, he didn't want it to come out, wouldn't pull it, wouldn't let anyone pull it, barely wiggled it. He wanted to keep it forever, along with our dead fish,every single pair of shoes he has ever owned, and a wristband from a rafting trip that he kept on his wrist for 5 weeks, until it finally started to rot and disintegrate. Back to the tooth, you know he wasen't letting that fucker go, for real. So he devised a little plan:





Sorry you guys, my phone would focus on the note in video mode. Now obviously, Reid isn't not able to write a note saying all that himself, so his loving Dad was all too happy to have Reid dictate, and he wrote: