O Evabird, 235 days in this world, and for at least 1/100th of those days you've had a tooth. A tiny one, on the right side. Smaller than a dime or a ladybug or a pink peppercorn.
In all your blue-eyed wonder, that tooth has managed to escape the camera, but today, I had to give it a little shout-out.
Ah tooth, may you have many years of biting into fresh plums and shining for flashes, and when the time comes for you to say Goodbye, may the fairy leave quarters & glitter & all sorts of hope in the place you used to be.