I sat on Santa Claus! (Don't worry, I didn't squash him,) and I told him "All I want for Christmas is my (four) front teeth." They've been coming in for a while now, and it would be nice to get it over with already! (I didn't tell Santa that last part.) Not to mention, my two bottom, front teeth would greatly appreciate their company as well, since they've been doing all the chewing by themselves so far.
Anyway, I found Santa very curious. At first, I simply stared him down. I pulled on his beard a little, and then realized I was in good mittens. As a result, I smiled nicely for the camera. Mommy and Daddy later decided to join me. I find them much more interesting than Santa. Hopefully, they'll remember that this Christmas.
Image (Left): Santa will testify on my behalf: I'm a good, little SlobberSlug and deserve to get my four front teeth
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