Urm...

I just read back my last post, and it does kind of read that I was responsible for the tooth loss in some way involving my knuckle.

I have slandered myself.  The above is a steaming pile of hotspur.

Lila was in fact bullying her uncle.  She stole his favourite bone and paraded around him gloating.  He sat down and scratched - he is far too much of a gentleman (or a coward) to tackle her.  She sat and chewed his bone for several hours, her eyes never leaving her uncle.

I just had a phonecall from my mother to tell me she found a tooth next to the bone.  And to ask me if I wanted to save it (?!).  Clearly even my own mother thinks I need a baby instead of a house full of pets.

My bleeding knuckle stems from (imagine a very deep, male voice, probably with a corny American accent) a  reality tv show soon to be aired - "When Bathtimes Go Wrong".

Lila was covered in Sam's drool, mud, her own piss (she ran through an accident she had earlier, slid and fell straight in), and her own vomit (she gets car sick).  So she needed a bath.

However, Miss Lila was a tad unimpressed with this.  After barking incessantly at the shower head, she decided to growl at the shampoo bottle.  Then she tried to catch the water stream with her mouth, missed, and removed a chunk of my hand.

Now, are babies any easier?

And I didn't keep the tooth.  Just in case you were wondering.

Comments

[Katie]

LOL Well bathtime sounds about the same except for the accidental bite. And aw, Lila is growing up!

[Pez]

So poor Lila did not get to put her tooth under her pillow for the Tooth Fairy? What a shame.