Oct 20, 2011

My Mom's worst birthday

I have always loved food, even before I can remember loving food.  The story my Mom tells about me losing my first tooth is proof, which was also her 30th birthday.


My sister who is a bit less than 21 months older than my twin sister and I adored seeing us in our cribs.  She just couldn't get enough of us.  The day I was 1 year and 2 days old my older sister still loved my twin sister and I to pieces.  My mom was getting changed in our room.  I was a breast fed baby.  At the same time I was trying to get closer to one of my food sources (my Mom), my loving sister stepped on the crib release.  Apparently I tumbled onto the floor and my tooth popped out.  My dad shoved it back in and they took me (and the other three children) to the dentist. As the story goes, the tooth my dad shoved back in there lasted until I was 5!

So, if I hadn't loved food so much I probably wouldn't have been hanging on the side of my crib.  Also, my older sister and I made sure that Mom would never forget her 30th birthday.

Do any of you have proof that you have always loved food?  Did any of you ever lose a tooth that wasn't ready to come out?

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