Poor Timothy... the other day he was trying to climb over Robby's legs, which were propped up on the coffee table. He wasn't doing it very well, slipped, and landed mouth first right into the table.
A lot of Blood and screaming, Cuddling and sleep later, he was ready to show off his owie.

He split his lip (where most of the blood came from) and knocked two of his teeth back and up into the gums. The dentist said it would be fine... crooked and maybe a little discolored... but fine.

It is a little hard to see from this angle, but he had the FATTEST lip. He looked like a little "Who" down in Whoville.

Now my handsome little boy's beautiful, straight, Perfect smile is going to be CROOKED until he looses those teeth and gets his permanents.
Although, I do feel very blessed that it wasn't worse. Which it very easily could have been.