I was working late on Wednesday, and my mom was watching the kids. I got a phone call that essentially said "Dee is fine, but she lost a tooth..."
Of course she did. My rambunctious little crazy girl was running down the hall with her brother, slipped, and fell right on her face. The dentist said it's healing fine, she's just going to have a gappy grin for a few years. We will be watching her other incisor, because it's a wee bit loose, but she'll be fine. And hey, the tooth fairy is coming early! Maybe even for both kids in one night, since J has one that is about to fall out (and the dentist said he needed to work on getting it out...).