Buddy's 3rd Lost Tooth

On Saturday, September 25, Buddy lost his 3rd tooth. Both top, front teeth have been wiggly for awhile, but he insists that he only had to wiggle them twice a day. Saturday, the halftime snack at his soccer game was apple slices dipped in caramel. Mid-chew, Buddy starts acting strange like he's overheated or feels sick. Finally I ask if his tooth is still there. He says, "I don't know" in a scarred whiny voice. I look and it's gone. So I sent him over to see B who is standing up further back from the sideline. I sort of indicated that his tooth was gone but B didn't realize the tooth was out. He walks Buddy over to the track that circles the field and talks with him. He comes to the conclusion that Buddy doesn't want to swallow the bite in his mouth (not realizing the tooth connection). He talks Buddy into spitting the bit out into a bush. When they return, and Buddy goes into the game I ask B about the tooth. Being the great dad that he is, he returns to the bush and roots around until he finds the missing tooth among the discarded apple bits.