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For all the care we've taken to not put any extra pressure in the health service during the pandemic, for every other day when he was scootling around the floor on his wee Maxamexx wheeler platform thing when I warned him to slow down when he started getting too fast, it only took one wee slip when he was chasing me into the kitchen. When he was two he butted me in my teeth with his and chipped a bit off mine. On the day Amos swallowed a marble when Edgar ran up the stairs and slipped and slammed his face into the top stair his upper lip swelled up terribly and one incisor possibly went a little askew but the lip took the brunt and the teeth have been fine for years, but with today's little slip the only thing taking the impact was this one adult tooth, which snapped fairly cleanly off, with no damage to lips nor gums. Before he'd picked himself up he wailed that he'd cracked his tooth; I picked him up and probably felt worse than him to see the fragment on the floor and the gap in his mouth. This is what I've been terrified would happen every time we went to the Skelf, or when he ran along rocks up the hill or at the beach, or even when he jumped across the front grass to avoid the path. We put the bit in cold milk, went for some Sensodyne in case the wee bit of pink we could see at the broken section went as far as the nerve and spent a fair bit of the day calling and being called back by various bits of the NHS and the oddly large number of dental nurses Nicky knows until we got an appointment for tomorrow lunchtime to see what can be done.