R and B come home from school, and R runs into the bathroom, where I am taking a shower.
R — Mom, guess what I did at school today?!
Mom — Did you lose a tooth?
R — Yep!
Mom — That’s great! Did it happen at lunch?
R — No. Mrs. So-n-So smacked me in the mouth and knocked it out!
At this point, of course, he decides to leave the bathroom. Dad comes in and I ask him for the details. Apparently Mrs. So-n-So, the school receptionist, was walking and when she swung her arm back, she accidentally hit R’s face and – literally – knocked his tooth out. In all fairness, his tooth had been loose, and we had been trying to get R to let us pull it out.
R decides to join us in the bathroom again.
Dad — You know, we should get Mrs. So-n-So to smack you in the mouth again to knock your other loose tooth out.
R — No! That’s not a good idea! I could swallow it! ( He opens the door to leave and over his shoulder calls out) “I COULD DIE!”