My Kryptonite

My youngest daughter has been getting away with a lot lately. She knows I can't resist a smiling child who's missing her two front teeth.

Every time I start to grouch at her about her unmade bed or dirty plate left on the table, she flashes me a toothless grin.

Growing . . . weaker . . . by the . . . second . . . 

Dinner last night: cheese pizza

Exactly one year ago:

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Exactly two years ago:

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Exactly three years ago:

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