Poor baby is only 4; no, he did not loose it naturally. We were all outside waiting for the US Consul General to show up for lunch (when my dad asked how we managed that... we just invited him when he was in town doing paperwork and he accepted!) and all the kids were running around... and Ezra fell into the ladder on the playground. Brant brings him to our house, covered in blood, just at the same moment the Consul shows up. So I missed lunch and fed Ezra ice cream instead. That "made it feel better" - so did the new can of Play Dough and the $2 the Tooth Fairy left under his pillow that night. :) And we never did find the tooth...
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