Toothless

I remember being afraid of when Teddy would lose his teeth because I was convinced he'd swallow them and that would create problems. Now, I just shrug my shoulders.

We did really good on his first two teeth, probably because we were so paranoid that we checked him daily and then multiple times a day once he had a wiggly one. And then, like any good parents, we became complacent.

A couple weeks ago, he magically lost one of his front teeth. Here today. Gone, presumably eaten, tomorrow. This past week, though, his sitter mentioned that his other front tooth was wiggly. So, we reverted back to good parents who checked his tooth daily and then multiple times a day the last couple days as it got more wiggly. In fact, Dave even tried pulling it several times to no avail, including Sunday morning.

Fast forward to Sunday night when Teddy came in from playing in the garage while Dave attempted to work on projects out there, and Teddy is bleeding from his mouth. I asked, surprised, "Oh, you guys came in because you pulled his tooth?"

Dave's reply was that he had no idea Teddy lost his tooth and probably did it while he was getting into all sorts of trouble, which is clearly why they came in the house, not the bloody grin.

There's no moral to this story, just like there was no tooth for the tooth fairy ... again.

Toothless Teddy.