Broken...

tooth. Yesterday Logan decided to introduce his two front teeth to the porcelain kitchen floor tile. The tile hand a stronger hand shake and his right front tooth didn't make it out alive. Well...according to the dentist it is alive, just broken. He was at Grandma's house and the report is that he didn't even cry or seem to notice that a quarter of his tooth is missing. It breaks my heart that he doesn't have two big buck teeth anymore. The detist says we won't know if he will need a root canal until another six weeks when he goes back for an x-ray. I guess he will have a funky smile for the next six years. Oh well, I still think he is super cute.