And we shall call call him Gappey. Or maybe Lispy.

He is struggling to get used to the feel of it being gone and keeps saying “Seven Sacraments” (Why? Don’t ask me. . . ) “To work on my etheth! They thure are tricky without your front teeth!” Craziest part? We didn’t know this was eminent now were Jac or I home when it happened. God bless Bridget who handled that drama though Max insisted on calling us and asking what they should do. You know, for clarification.

Now to remember it’s under his pillow. He was heard this evening yelling “Now I’ll be rich!”