I am NOT going to make any reference to a late-December holiday and Leah's feelings about a pair of central incisors. It keeps popping into my head, though, like a bad advertising jingle you want to forget but can't. It's lodged in my brain between the number for Empire Carpet and "the lawyer who sends flowers" (yes, there was a member of the Texas bar some years ago who billed himself that way).In yet another quality parenting moment, we keep forgetting to have the tooth fairy pay up. Maybe that's why she's been kind of a pill this week. In five years she'll tell us, "Remember that week before Christmas when I made a lot of bad choices? Well, I was upset the tooth fairy didn't bring me any M&Ms."
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Five Eight Eight, Two Three...
How in the world would a carpetbagger like you know the number for Empire Carpet???
If you can also sing the Danley's Garages jingle, you're both an honorary Chicagoan and someone who watched too much TV during your tour of duty in the Land of the Dome...
Lovely pictures in the other posts, bravo!
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