I knew better than to let him try to get out of the bathtub by himself. Both he and the tub were wet and slippery. I saw him falling in my mind an instant before it happened. I reached out to stop it from happening, but I was too late. His face hit the side of the tub with a painful thud and a moment later there was a deafening scream. Now my son is missing a huge hunk out of his front tooth!
Ty's been calling him Chip. Good thing we have a dentist in the family who's offered to fix it for us, so he doesn't have to go through the next 4 years like this.
His black eye from just before his second birthday had just gone away, and I was planning on taking some 2-year-old pictures of him. Oh-well!!!