The cracked tooth

Well, the day finally came ~ the day that one of my children "break" per say. I've definitely had my fair share of bloody noses, bumps, scratches, bruises, vomiting, diarrhea, fevers.....you name it, but never a cracked tooth.

Alyssa was watching figure ice skating on T.V. the other day with Nana and thought it would be fun to ice skate around the living room. She jumped up to do a triple spin and fell flat on her face. The first words from her mouth were, "Nana, I have sand in my mouth!" Sure enough, it wasn't sand, it was a piece of her front tooth! A little scared, but mostly embarrassed, she was okay. I keep telling her that when she gets a little bigger, her baby teeth will fall out and she'll grow new teeth that aren't broken!

In hind-site, I think her broken tooth gives her a little spunk and adds to her personality!

Trying real hard to show her tooth - she thought squinting her eye would do it!