On St. Nicholas Day, embracing the camera with my goofy afternoon-school buddy…


…who would like everyone to know that he has lost his first tooth:


There was actually an abundance of drama about the loose tooth. He was convinced that all his teeth were going to fall out at once, and loath to hear any suggestions of pulling it. It finally fell out after an ironically well-timed punch in the mouth from an aggrieved brother. The brother was reprimanded, of course–but we were secretly relieved. Brotherly conflict has its uses, apparently.