These Sunday's segments are written by my husband, Mr. Jenny. Here's what he has to say about his posts:
I’ve been writing these weekly stories about life in Northern Idaho, as a youngster and as growing into a young man, primarily for our family. And I'm delighted to share them with you. Just between us, I’m anticipating being cranky when some whipper-snapper who may not even be born yet harasses me in 30 years or so with 'Grandpa, tell me about when you were a boy.' That will probably be after the mad cow disease has set in and erased whatever memory is left. So these are the not-so-dramatic adventures of a Baby Boomer in the 1950s, 60s and 70s.
I was hard at work writing today’s post for you – another one of those observations of life, when my current observation of life landed on my lap. “Grampa, help me. Can you pull this tooth for me?” This girl has rarely let anyone touch one of her loose baby teeth -- this is number eight -- and I’m afraid I have to take the afternoon off to tend to this family emergency.
Here are some photos showing you that we really are hard are work (I’m the one with not much hair on top, Riley is the one with the loose tooth.
We’ll be back next week.
NOTE FROM JENNY: Is there anything funnier than a man trying to pull a little kids tooth? I think not! So far, she has been laying on the kitchen counter while he tries to ease it out gently with a small pair of pliers !!!! He has been making her eat an apple. They have been wiggling it like crazy! For the love of dental floss, can't they just let it fall out naturally? Geez!
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