This morning as I fixed my hair (what?) I watched Talea as she wiggled her remaining incisor. She was quiet, concentrating at her task. All of a sudden her head jerked and she let out a yip. She ran around the apartment yelling, “I lost my tooth! I lost my tooth!”
Once her feet returned to the ground, she tucked the chiclet under her pillow. Talea aims to score a peso from the Tooth Rat by daybreak.
She resembles a smiling Leon Spinks.
El Papá de Talea