Marathon Mum. Marathon Man. Get the joke? Both feature obsessiveness, shady characters from Europe, lots of running, and most notably, torture. This online journal began as I trained for the 2005 London Marathon. I successfully finished the race, but MarathonMum lives on. After all, life as a mother isn't a sprint, it's a marathon.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Wobbly Tooth Wobbles Out!
*ALERT*ALERT*ALERT*ALERT*ALERT*
DefTooth 1 has been lifted. The subject tooth has fallen out. The family now will revert to DefTooth 5 (normal peacetime readiness).
At 8:08 a.m. GMT, the tooth's owner ran down to the kitchen and exclaimed, "Mom! Mom! My wobbly tooth fell out!"
Joy, jumping, laughter and jubliation ensued.
Subject now is preparing a letter to the Tooth Fairy, and the tooth has been placed in an evidence bag.
Meanwhile, subject's brother is convinced that he had a wobbly tooth and it, too, has fallen out. As brother is only three and only just filled his mouth with new teeth, he has a way to go.
In a prepared statement, subject's mother said, "It's been a terribly exciting day for us all."
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