Well, the last few years I have had to send Christmas packages to my boys. Not this year. They are all going to be home. No one in Argentina. No one in Texas. No one in Virginia. No one in Utah. All home.Yesterday I was sitting in my office at about 5:45 a.m., having just dropped Dillon off at his early morning scripture class. Skippy stumbled in, half asleep. He complained that he was thirsty, and so I opened a small water bottle that was on my desk and handed it to him. He took a swig, and then reached into his mouth, and placed a small white object on my desk. “What is that?” I asked him, thinking it was a little paper, maybe from the water bottle label. “It’s my tooth,” he replied, and then he quietly went back up to bed.
I asked him today what he hopes Santa will bring him for Christmas. “I don’t know,” he said. “But maybe the Tooth Fairy could put my tooth back.” Since it is the first tooth he has lost, he doesn’t quite have the hang of the Tooth Fairy gig yet. He will learn.
