When Lisi was just a year old she and I were playing tickles and... oh, it still makes me cringe to think... I dropped her on to a tile floor. Face first. My poor beautiful baby, covered in blood... what came out of it was a chipped (brand new) front tooth and 5 years of a cookey smile.
In school yesterday the tooth came out in the middle of her gym class. Seems school is her preferred place to lose teeth, the last one falling out on her second day.
So Lisi's all grown up now missing her two front teeth, suffering daily homework, learning Italian "Maura (the Italian teacher) is really nice, but we don't understand her very well", fitting it all around a whirlwind social life and not forgetting violin practice - something she even (well, sometimes) actually asks to do.
Shock.
How cute is she?
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