MyThreeDaughters

This is really bad. But the girls wail all the time. There is no difference in tone or fury between getting a pebble stuck in a shoe and, say, losing an appendage.
So it was the other day, a few minutes after I’d gotten home from work, right as they were getting back from a day with the grandparents.
The two younger ones had just entered the house when I heard the nuclear-alert-level wail from down at the sidewalk. I didn’t expect much…
Until Fontaine headed toward me and I saw a mouth FULL of bright red blood. So much bright red blood that I couldn’t see her teeth, some of which I guessed weren’t there anymore.
Her flip flop had gotten hung up, and she went face-first into a concrete step. Inside, we saw that one baby tooth had been knocked clean from her face, and a part of her front permanent tooth had been chipped off, un-clean.
This missing tooth, amid the hysteria, the moaning, the undecipherable yelling, I discerned presented a huge problem for tooth fairy related reasons.
“I’ll find it,” someone called out, and to my surprise, that was me.
I ran outside. There perched on the second step was a big chunk of enamel. It couldn’t have been ripped out of there better if Uncle Crazy had followed through and tied a string to it and the other end of the string to a door knob and slammed the door.
Tell you one thing, she may have lost a tooth, but she bloodied up those steps pretty well.
Meantime, Fontaine’s top lip swelled up like one of Pamela Anderson’s. Pamela Anderson’s lips, to be clear on this.
Fontaine put that smashed-out tooth out for the tooth fairy.
And the tooth fairy must’ve felt as bad for her as Wife and I did, because the next day, Fontaine reported that she got $10.