
Eva Marie, Dec. 2008
Eva, my 5 year old, was sitting next to me on the couch. She looked up at me with a sad face and said, “Daddy, it’s hard growing up.”
I gave her a little squeeze and prompted, “Yeah?”
“I don’t like losing teeth,” she finished.

Eva Marie, Dec. 2008
Eva, my 5 year old, was sitting next to me on the couch. She looked up at me with a sad face and said, “Daddy, it’s hard growing up.”
I gave her a little squeeze and prompted, “Yeah?”
“I don’t like losing teeth,” she finished.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww