Now that we live in apartments, Leo’s gotten used to riding elevators, pressing the buttons, opening and closing the doors, and, most of all, entertaining a trapped audience. He’ll smile at anyone in the elevator and start talking at them: “I’m Leo. I’m 3 and a half years old. My birthday is July 6. Do you want to know how I lost this tooth? I was chasing Joylin. I fell on Pop-pop’s hard tile floor and knocked my tooth out. The dentist had to STRAP me in and pull the pieces out!” Most people find it quite amusing and some even join in the fun - “have a nice life!”
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