My son has the most adorable gap in the front of his mouth. You can just barely see the adult tooth peeking through. This wouldn't be a big concern except for how he explains it got there.
"My mom kicked my tooth out."
No, I wasn't using karate moves on him -like I have any. We were playing a game on the sidelines of his brother's soccer game to keep him sitting still for a few minutes. He'd place the ball on my legs while I'm sitting in a lawn chair. Then I would raise and lower my legs to roll the ball up and down my legs while trying to keep it from falling off. It was going very well, until the ball started to fall off and I lifted my feet higher just as he leaned in.
Pow! The feet and his jaw collided and luckily I saw his tooth, which was hanging on by a sliver of gum, fall to the ground. Then the tears... you'd think I had round-housed him, especially with the amount of blood pouring out. Someone asked if he had bit his tongue, but it all came from his gums and ramped up by how hard he was crying, poor dear.
Fortunately a few moms from our team appeared with tissue and wipes and support. That and a promise to go for ice cream and a reminder about a visit from the tooth fairy and he settled down to watch the game on my knee.
He really hasn't had a lot of luck with losing his teeth. His classmate punched out his first tooth in gym class. The second one he worked out on his own. And now his mom has kicked out his third tooth. Only another 17 baby teeth to go.
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