Continuum

The littlest grandson came toothfirst into a hard object at the playground today and is now missing said tooth. He will be a bit gappy until his second teeth come in but he seems to have weathered the storm.
The misadventure brought to mind a similar time when the tiny one's Dad was the same age and took a header over his little flowerpower pushbike onto the paving stones in the garden. This was when we lived in Austria. I picked him up all howling and bloody and took him into the house to mop him up and survey the damage. His little lips were so swollen I couldn't see into his mouth. The next day it seemed the bottom part of his two upper centrals had gone missing in a very perfect semi-circle, as though he had pushed a stone through his teeth. You can see it if you look at old pictures. It gave him a rakeish air, though I grieved for a while for his perfect little teeth.
His sister tripped over a ship's raised doorway when she was three. The blow knocked her two front teeth up into her gum. We thought the teeth were gone and as it was a Russian ship and few of the crew spoke English we had her suck on ice for a bit then fed her some ice cream [ sweets are the English cure for anything that ails you] and put her to bed. Next day to our surprise the teeth were back!
This blog could go on and on with horror stories concerning my offspring and their misadventures but I need to save something for another day. Another trip down memory lane.