A text I hope to never send again. Rob was at work and too busy to answer his phone so I decided to text him: "Hope you are having a good day. Call me, Mason has a lose front tooth. Whoopie cushion accident."
He of course was too busy to read my text, but did however call when things slowed and this is the earful he got.....
The dentist gives out toys rather than candy after their visit. Since Mason had his check up and a procedure he told him he could have two toys. I let Mason pick out one toy and I picked up a whoppie cushion. Mason told me no, but I assured him this toy would bring hours of fun. It did bring hours of fun until they decided to start diving on it with their heads to make the whoopie cushion deflate. I was feeding Bryson and listening/watching them have a good time playing in the adjacent room. Oops, wasn't watching close enough. Mason went down for the kill and missed the cushion, but did connect hard with the carpeted floor. He came running to me crying and I was comforting him, but not comforting good enough. He opened his mouth for another whale of a cry and that is when I see the blood oozing from his front tooth. Ouch, I touched it and it moved. A little too much wiggle for my taste along with swelling and bleeding. A call to the dentist followed. We are holding off on another round of x-rays and hope it firms back up on it's own while we enjoy a soft diet. Only time will tell. A good lesson in what not to do with a whoopie cushion. On a funnier note, when we were playing with it the first time the kids were leery and scared. I sat on it the first time and then the fun began. I even caught Mason attempting to pull down his pants to sit on it with his bare bottom. I stopped that use, if only I could have caught the face planting use sooner.