F fell Monday at school and hit the edge of the table. Fortunately her top tooth stayed in her mouth. Unfortunately it punctured the skin right below her bottom lip.
It hasn’t slowed her down a bit, although it changes colors everyday which means she does linger at the mirror a bit more in the morning. Time to wake her up now and see what it looks like this morning.
One interesting thing we noticed. She’s talking a lot more about her teeth now since the accident, and I think she’s a little bummed out that the tooth didn’t come out. She’s kind of obsessed with the idea of putting a tooth under her pillow. She’s always said “toof” for tooth, but yesterday when I got home M had her tell me the story about when you lose a tooth and she said “tooth” with a very clear th sound at the end. I remember those first pronunciations slowly disappearing with E as she grew and how sad they made me. I love the fact that at eight and a half she still says “ambliance” instead of ambulance. A tiny wisp of the chatty toddler she used to be. F says the letter “s” at the end of words but not the beginning. I know I’ll be a little wistful when “cool” and “nack” and “cary” become school and snack and scary. I won’t, however, be sad to see that mouth shiner go. Ouch.