Quite dashing for a 22 month old, don't you think?
Last week Nathaniel and I went on a DATE for our anniversary. Minutes before we left the house Andrew slipped on our stairs of death... and chipped his tooth. The next day he slipped in the tub and cut his young with his very sharp chipped tooth. Bad luck, kiddo!
A zoom in on the picture above. My sweet chipped tooth boy. :)
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