One of the carers came over to me and said "BallFiend had a broken tooth today."
My immediate reaction was to freak out a bit... my brain started rattling off questions (is he hurt? how did it happen? why didn't anyone phone me? what about the professional family photos we are booked in for tomorrow!), while my mouth was speechless.
Then I remembered the wobbly tooth he has had for the past few weeks. "Do you mean his wobbly tooth fell out?" I asked the carer.
She confirmed that yes, she meant that his tooth had fallen out.
Seconds later, BallFiend spotted me from across the playground and came running over to share his exciting news. He was closely followed by two friends who were quick to confirm his story and regale me with eye-witness accounts. Eventually through the cacophany, I worked out that BallFiend had been eating an apple and the tooth came out in it. (Classic!)
BallFiend was ecstatic with excitement... I thought I might nearly cry. He's only five and a half... aren't teeth meant to start falling out when kids are six years old? Oh well... he's just growing up way too quick for me!
Anyway, must go... gotta make a booking with the tooth-fairy.
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