Information that would have been useful to me 2 hours from now

In a touch of backstory, one of Liam’s front teeth is a little discolored. I don’t know how it got this way. I reckon he fell down or got hit in the mouth at some point in the last six years and now this tooth is yellowish. It’s loose, at any rate, so we won’t have to look at it too much longer.

In the dead of night Wednesday (4:30 a.m. to you and me), Liam climbed into bed with us. It’s dark and warm and I fall back asleep. And then, out of nowhere, Liam whispers, “mommmmm! mom!”

“Hunh,” I sort-of acknowledge him.

“My tooth is the color of cheese. But it doesn’t smell like cheese. It smells like a tooth.”

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