Summer Sans Corn on the Cob

Paul lost his two front teeth--one last night before bed and one this morning after he woke up. I'd like to say he's upset about not being able to eat corn on the cob, but he has something else on his mind. Today he reminded me again about the birthday present he didn't get last year--a jet pack (like the kind the guy wears to fly into the Superbowl). "I really want a jet pack for my birthday this year, Mom, but I know you won't get it for me. I'm tired of pretending I have a jet pack. I want a real one," Paul said to me in the most pitiful voice and with the saddest puppy dog eyes.