With me, Charlie.
So OH MY GOSH MY TEETH ARE FALLING OUT! I was sitting on Mom's lap in the Charlie Chair, and she and Dad were snuggling me, and then PUH I spit out a thing and it was my TOOTH and Mom said "looks like a molar" like it was no big deal but MY TOOTH CAME OUT! And then Sunday Mom and Dad were doing their working out thing in the basement and Mom started doing pushups and then she stopped and said to Dad "Hey, it's another tooth" and IT WAS MY TOOTH AND IT WAS ONE OF MY FAVORITE POINTY ONES FROM THE FRONT but they acted like ti was all cute or something, and now both of my teeth are on the drum table in the living room INSTEAD OF IN MY MOUTH!
Innyways, I am all mange-free now, and I'm going for a long long long car ride to visit some gray-hairs in Ohio who are my grandparents and who hopefully do not collect teeth from innocent puppies. If they are nice to me, I will kiss them and clean out their ears. If they are mean and try to kick me, I will chew up their house and they will be so sorry they invited me! Mom says they are very nice and will love me, but I think it's best to be prepared. I have to decide what toys to pack, so I gotta go.
This has been The Charlie Report.
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