Monday, October 31, 2016
trick or treating, 2016
The babies ran away. The older kids were awfully wound up. I mean, it is Halloween.
Later she brought me Almond Joys. They're in my coat pocket.
So then later, after all the squirrels have departed, arrives this picture of a guy who had a tooth hurting during pizza and then spit it into the wastebasket without realizing it was his tooth! He told his parents as they were doing pajamas and bedtime.
We never found it. Dan said the child not worried and he didn't even expect us to exhume all the old pizza crusts and napkins for examination. Well, as we were all hunched over the wastebasket picking out candy wrappers and such, I started laughing that quiet chest laughing at the absurdity of it and Jay said, "Shut up," which made me laugh even more.
Darling Buddy, two of your grandparents and two of your great-grandparents could not find your tooth. I hope the Tooth Fairy understands. And congratulations on losing your first tooth!
Good night. love always, Grandma and Grandpa and Everybody