Ok, so you lost (finally) your 2 front teeth. We were at Grandma and Grandpa's house one afternoon. Dad took you and Camille on a bike ride to Central school for lunch. The city was oil and graveling Rhode's Road and you went face smack down in the tar on the low shoulder. Your front right tooth was gone amidst the gravel. Dad bursts in the back door asking, "His front teeth are permanent right?" YES! I grab you and head for Dr. Norris. Camille and Dad return to the scene of the tooth grabbing gravel for an attempt at a retrieval. The dentist office had said in the past they could push it back in hopes of reattaching. As we rushed into the office, I said "My son has knocked out his front (permanent) tooth." They got you into the chair for an x-ray and I am thinking my son is going to be toothless for all life events). Yes, I am a bit obsessed with being toothless. One of my haunts. Dr. Norris says we have options, so not to worry and another dentist is thinking the space is rather small for a permanent. The x-ray shows it is a baby tooth (Yea) but I write everything down to help my memory (that OCD/Anxiety have jumbled or hidden) and I didn't write down you had lost your front teeth but was still insistent upon them falling long ago. Then Dad walked in with none other than the coveted tooth (No Way) he recovered from the tooth blending gravel road. You had tar on your face, elbows, knees, and the seat of your shorts which was stuck all over the chair. Not only was it a baby, it was the baby that smashed into Camille's knee on the trampoline back in June at the end of school and became loose, because it was time. I called the dentist with worry and they said give it time to reattach. I have been trying to keep this tooth in the whole of summer when it desperately needed to be free to make room for the BIG one on its way! Your left tooth fell shortly after. You look pretty darn cute. I guess I am not ready for BIG to follow small, my little one.
