I got a phone call from our dentist's office this morning telling me Drew's name had been drawn, and he'd won a stuffed animal. Every time we go the dentist's office, Elizabeth stuffs the box with our family's names. I figured we had a pretty good shot at winning a stuffed animal at one time or another. This was his lucky day. I know Elizabeth is going to be very disappointed it wasn't her, but Drew was sweet and said he would share it with all the kids. He had his choice between an elephant and a lion, and he chose this very cute, very soft, very GINORMOUS lion. Drew has named him "Tigey."


And now on to a funny story about a tooth. Ross told me yesterday while I was making supper that he'd just gotten his tooth really loose. It was one of his back teeth that I had no idea was loose. He worked on it all evening, and by bedtime, one side was completely separated from his gums. I told him I could give it one hard yank, to which he replied, "NO! I can still feel it attached to the vein!" He went into the bathroom where he was looking in the mirror and messing with it more. About that time, I heard a sheepish, "Mom? I think I just swallowed my tooth." Sure enough there was a big space where his tooth had been. He said, "I was moving it around, and I looked down. I felt something in my mouth, and I must have swallowed. When I looked back, I looked at the wrong tooth. I guess I accidentally swallowed it." He seemed a bit worried, and Elizabeth and I began laughing hysterically. Why? It wasn't a tiny front baby tooth he swallowed. He swallowed a big honkin' molar! Funny! I had trouble swallowing a tiny pill the other day without gagging, and he didn't realize he'd swallowed his molar! He hoped the tooth fairy would come anyway, and I assured him that she probably has these things happen from time to time.
After he was put back to bed, Elizabeth said, "I want to lose another tooth!" Oh, that girl is very motivated by money.