My Poor Baby.

Today was fun.

Quincey wanted to take his bike to a local skateboard park, so we packed up the bikes and helmets (and my art stuff), grabbed a couple of slurpees and headed over there.

Not FIVE MINUTES LATER, poor Quince does a face plant on the cement and knocks out his two front teeth!! Like, literally. They were both on the ground a couple of feet from him. I scooped him up (and the teeth) and started spooning the slurpee in his mouth (nice and cold for the swelling and bleeding.) After a few minutes of screaming bloody murder, he recovered enough to get into the car and head home.

Poor Harrison was ripped off, because he's only gotten to bike for a few minutes!

I called my hubby(not in front of the kids) and said "Gee, wouldn't it be great if the TOOTH FAIRY brought home a mouth guard to put under his pillow?"

So, when hubby gets home, what is the first thing out of his mouth? "Hey Quince, I bought you a mouth guard!" *facepalm*

Thanks. Thanks so fucking much. He is normally a very clever man, I'm not sure what accounts for this failboat.

( Pics or it didn't happen )

Thank god they were just baby teeth!