.... another one fell out. Another tooth that is (in case you're wondering). Mormor (that's danish for grandma) came with me to the school to pick up the children today. Firstly we got the little man at nursery, and then went to get the princess. She (for whatever reason) thought that carrying her swimming bag with her mouth would be cool. Well, it resulted in losing another tooth! Lots of crying, but her fantastic teacher found a tiny little treasure chest with the words 'Tooth Saver' on it. Happiness was restored, and then replaced with pride.