...when I miss the camera. OK, I miss the camera a good bit of the time. But this is one of those posts that really needs a picture, and it's not going to get one. Sorry. We'll probably buy a new camera soon.
But on Monday, Matthew chipped one of his upper front teeth. Child only has six teeth at the ripe old age of 17 months, and he manages to damage one of them! (I'm so glad it's just a baby tooth.) Neither Dave nor I saw it happen--we just noticed later that day that his smile looked a little... different. When we looked, we couldn't find blood anywhere, or the little piece of tooth that broke off. Maybe he swallowed it. We'll probably never know for sure.
My sweet little son, it looks like you're going to have to endure a less-than-perfect smile for the next four or five years. Or, if you're like your mom and dad, you'll endure the less-than-perfect smile for the next few years, and then when your grown-up teeth start coming in, your smile will be extremely imperfect, and it will take years of orthodontic work to bring it back to something like its present state. Oh, boy, oh, boy! Something to look forward to.