Max is 6 now. He's lost a few teeth and been cool with that, of course. Lately, his front teeth have started loosening up, and he lost one a few evenings ago. However, the way he lost the tooth was less than desirable.
I was in the kitchen fixing dinner, Josh at the computer, the boys running around. Max runs into the living room, dives onto the ottoman and smacks his mouth on the arm of our chair, which is really hard below the cushion. Big thud. Painful crying. Josh jumps up and goes to him. We both think he must have broken his arm because it looked kind of funny in between the chair and the ottoman. Not the arm. He looked up at Josh with his mouth full of blood. I believe Josh's words were, "Oh gosh, Buddy!" We took Max to the bathroom and had him swish around some salt water and got him cleaned up all the while trying to keep him from freaking out because he was spitting out so much blood, and he could see himself in the mirror. After slowing the flow, he bit on a rag for awhile and watched a movie and appears to be okay for now. Here are some lovely pictures for you to enjoy. Josh also blogged about this if you want to read his interpretation. It has a bit of a different spin.
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Well, eating breakfast and looking at blogs...not such a good idea? Bless his heart, that had to hurt! If I were to advise him, I would say milk it and get more than a dollar for that tooth!
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