You would always lose a tooth the day before your birthday so you could wake up on your birthday morning with money under your pillow:
Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies would be your favorite color:
And your mom wouldn’t scream if you tried to eat the weird thing she bought at Kim’s Market just to post on her blob:
Damn, I only have Pennsylvania Breath.
Oh! So THATS how those famous types do it.
Um you would also be that stinkin’ cute. Does California breath smell like smog?
A balding, jaundiced, disembodied head surrounded by… molecules? frog eggs? aquarium gravel? I can’t wait to put whatever is being marketed into my mouth.
How lucky is he??? A tooth out on his birthday? JACKPOT!
Look at those cheekbones emerging from under the baby face. wow.
does he really say “blob”? that’s awesome.
Oh. He’s too cute.
But those cookies. I keep telling myself that it’s just food coloring. But it looks like mold. Eww. (It’s just food coloring. It’s just food coloring. It’s just food coloring.)
California breath.. hmm so pinkberry sushi and vomit?
Bluuuue coooookieeees! That picture of him is a-dorable!
And there you were all fretting over what to do about his birthday…and he looks just like you, too!
Happy Birthday to Jackson!
What a sweet birthday, except… Bossy hates to be the one to tell you this but she thinks your cookies have mold.
I have Montana breath, so that means I smell like cow shit and Power Bait. Sweet!
Darn it, I brushed my teeth, masking my California breath.
It sounds like a great sixth birthday! (Assuming the California Breath doesn’t produce some odd medical condition…)
I must have Wisconsin breath. Cheese, beer, and anything else midwestern. I just hope it’s good cheese I’m breathing.
So, does California breath smell like car exhaust and ozone?
Are you living my life, Eden? I think you are. My six-year-old lost a tooth this week, too — the one just to the right of Jackson’s. But he lost it at summer camp. He’s fortunate that the Tooth Fairy isn’t a heartless bitch.
“Chewable Gel Caps.” Here in Orange County, we call that “gum.”
I think I just woke up this morning with a bad case of California breath….(too much Pinot Noir)
Happy Birthday Jackson!
What a fabulous birthday. My 6th was my best, too – we went to the Santa Barbara Mission and saw dancing Indians – they probably don’t do that anymore but it was mighty cool at the time.
I am here through Where Hot Comes to Die.
I love the tooth picture, he is a very handsome dude.
Yours is the first blog I had to hide (scroll up really fast) from my daughter who likes to sneak up on me from behind while I blog.
I like it.