I chipped my front tooth as a child, playing “blind man’s bluff” in the pool. My teeth hit the side of the pool before the rest of my face and an ugly incident ensued.
Thankfully, the dentist was able to file both my front teeth down enough to make it less noticeable, but I’ve always been keenly aware of my crooked smile.
Y’all might remember that, way back here, I chipped my tooth again. On my coffee cup. In all the craziness of learning I’d been invited to Pioneer Woman’s ranch, I went to take a sip of my coffee and chipped my tooth on the cup. It was an exciting time.
And now I have a permanent reminder.
Thankfully, unless you get really close, or have really good vision, it’s barely visible.
Both chipped in the last week.
Isabelle chipped hers as she was trying to get out of my sister’s huge garden tub. Shepherd had pooped. It was an exciting time. Now she has a permanent reminder.
Thankfully, no one will ever know once she loses her baby teeth.
In about 2 years from now.
Dalton chipped his at the park. His brother swung the metal rings in his direction and I guess he wasn’t ready for them. He lost the bottom of his brand new front tooth.
A permanent one.
Thankfully, he’s a boy. And it’s cool to have a chipped tooth if you’re a boy, right?