who needs teeth anyway...right?

I always thought it would be Trevor. My seizure boy.











Having a smack-down with the ground. Resulting in lost teeth.











I was wrong...












VERY!











Busy in the kitchen. Being all June Cleaver. Cause I like making dinner for my fam. And eating it together. I guess I'm an old fashioned girl. Rockin' a nose ring.











Anyway...










I heard the blood curdling scream. And went running. Leaving the corn muffin mix sitting in the bowl ready to be stirred.










Honestly...my kids scream all the time. Over nothing at all. So I wasn't prepared to see that!








Bristel crumpled in a heap right outside the back door. I learned later...from Toby...that she had fainted there. I thought the accident happened there.







I picked her up just as she was coming too. And the screaming resumed. Opening her mouth wide enough for me to see.







All that blood!








The missing tooth...or teeth. I'm not entirely sure. I'm too afraid to take a good look. I'll let the dentist do that in a few...










Chunks...











Literally!













Chunks...of teeth were falling out the blood-er fall gushing from her mouth.









Of course I'm freaking out.










Trevor's inside screaming his bloody head off.











Toby's begging to go upstairs and pray! Guilty conscience I think... The racing was his idea! And quite possibly the tripping...











Jonathan's at work.











And our stupid internet phone won't work!












It felt like hours before I was on the phone with 911. Who came to the house. Much to our neighbors gawking glee.











Honestly...the 911 boys were of little help. By time they got there the bleeding was a trickle. Trevor was still crying. And they looked like they'd never seen a busted tooth kid in their lives.












Bristel was resistant to riding in the bus alone. So I told them I'd just drive her to the closest ER myself. I was half hoping they'd offer to lead the way. Since I've never been...











But evidently the recent vote down of their million dollar fire truck has their panties in a bunch. And they just gave me verbals...and left. But not before making me sign...screaming & seizing Trevor on my hip...stating I'd refused their help.











Ugh!












Anyway...












Bristel calmed down quite a bit. She was very brave in fact.











The drama began to wan. Jonathan came to pick up Toby & Trevy. And my mom made it to the ER to hang with me & Bri.











During all the insanity I called a girlfriend. Who recommended calling the dentist.












Duh! I know...right? How'd I ever live in Africa?!











So after sitting for an eternity in the waiting room...I finally followed her advice. And they agreed to see Bristel in the morning as an emergency case. I opted to not have her seen after all in the abyss of waiting. Otherwise known as every ER across the nation.










We gathered everything up and headed towards the car. Exhausted. And laughing. Cause that's how we release stress.












Laughing all the way until I spotted the tire. On MY truck.












FLAT AS A PANCAKE! (Jonathan says I've beat that line to death!)












Could it be any worse? I was feeling very Job in that moment. And fully expected to get a call from Jonathan that the house had burned to the ground...









::sigh::












I guess at least we're talking about her baby teeth...right? If I've heard that once...












And besides...who says a princess needs teeth anyway?











I may just write the next hot children's book...