Monday was not a good day at all in the Clutts home. Daddy was taking Rayann to camp and the boys got into the sugar so nothing I said was even heard. Just as Daddy was driving up and I was closing the washer door I heard crying from the kitchen. I ran in to find Rachel crying Luke saying she tripped. I scooped Rachel up grabbed a paper towel and ran to meet Daddy at the door. We all took a deep breath and sat on the couch to see the damage. When I pulled back the paper towel I couldn't see the right front tooth. I couldn't find it in the towel so we thought she must have swallowed it. After she calmed down she really wanted to go to sleep, but we wanted her to stay awake in case she hit her head hard enough to cause a concussion. I thought a popsicle of some sort might help her stay awake and help with the swelling. As I got off the couch to get it, the tooth fell onto the floor. I called a dentist who said that she should be fine since the whole tooth came out and was not shoved into the gum. The swelling should go down in the next few days and we could bring her in if we were still worried. Today she was fine and back to her normal self. The "toothfairy" was very good to her, she got a stuffed animal moose which she has fallen in love with.
