When our fifth child, a son, was about 18 months old, his older sisters were starting to lose their baby teeth. They would bring the teeth to us elated about the prospect of getting 2 euros from the tooth fairy a.k.a. parents.
One Sunday morning we were still in bed but I heard the little ones already up and playing in the living room. All was quiet, just the blessed sound of children playing.
Suddenly I realized that our son was in the kitchen and it sounded like he was chewing on something really hard. Something that gritted between his little teeth. I quickly inventoried in my mind what this could be, but I knew I had not left any food out and he is not tall enough to reach the food cabinets.
In a flash it came to me! I knew what had been left on the kitchen counter in the evening. I called out:
"Jesaja, spit out your sister's tooth right now!"