As it turns out, Matt likes to jump even more than Tim and as much as we can piece together, he jumped off the stairs into the basement while holding a foam bat in his hand. When mouth met bat it pushed one of his front teeth up into his gum and turned it 90 degrees. The big kids were great - getting him tissues to stem the flow of blood and coming to get me. Then we all made our first trip to the ER. As it turns out, there is nothing to be done for these situations. We wait and hope the tooth descends again and turns around, which, apparently, there is a good chance it will do. Then we take him to the dentist some time in the next couple of weeks to get x-rays and make sure he didn't damage the jaw.

Before . . . .
and after.



Matt always had such a beautiful smile and the most perfect teeth of all the kids. When he looked in the mirror after we returned home he pointed at his mouth and said "Cat mouth". I don't know if it looks like a cat, but it's definitely NOT attractive!
And, undeterred by the events of the day, he jumped off the steps into the basement, AGAIN, as soon as we got home. Later in the afternoon he was fooling around on the steps to the second floor, doing headstands on the sofa (!!! - a new trick even for him). To cap off the day, we got a call from the babysitter as we were on our way home from dinner last night - Matt was trying to slide headfirst off the sofa (as he loves to do) and banged his mouth on the floor and it started to bleed! You know, he really is a bright kid, but sometimes he really makes you wonder!