"I'm sorry I ate my tooth. Ethan"
So... We were eating lunch the other day when Ethan said "My tooth!"
He opened his mouth. No tooth. Blood.
We searched the corn dog. We searched the jello. We looked in his Gatorade, the carpet, the place mat... It was gone.
Apparently he ate it. Eewww. How many more ways can I be grossed out by teeth issues?
And I have to say, I hope some of the teeth that have been falling out will replace themselves soon. He is looking quite strange - kind of snaggle-toothed. Poor, sweet boy.