A traumatic loss...

January started out with a bang for Charles. He has had a wiggly tooth for a while now and was excited at the thought of getting some moula when it finally came out.
A few days ago he was downstairs playing Legos and I head him crying. Turns out he had been using his teeth (big no-no) to separate some Legos and it was just too much for the tooth. It shot out of his mouth and disappeared. I'm still not exactly sure what he was crying about. Maybe he thought he was in trouble for using his teeth on Legos. Maybe it was the blood. Maybe it was the thought of not getting any money since the tooth could not be found.
After some reassurance that he was NOT in trouble, and that he was NOT going to bleed to death, he happily went on his way.
The tooth turned up as well, thanks to the detective skills of Sadie. All was well in Charlie's world!

Kind of sad to see those cute little teeth go….