The story goes like this: Elliot was eating a hard boiled egg. He bit into it and felt a pain in his mouth. When he said ‘ow!’ he heard a clinking sound on the floor. He quickly realized it was his tooth and then found it on the floor.
He’s starting to look like a pro hockey player with all those gaps.
I have to admit that the tooth is bugging me. So much so that I really, really want to pull it out. I even offered Elliot a toonie to let me try. After a bit of convincing, he actually took me up on the offer. The tooth remains, and he got his $2. Darn.