
We have a pet shop here in town where we buy our parrot mix and turtle food, often on a Saturday while we're doing our grocery shopping and other errands in town. The shop also stocks mice and rats for feeding snakes and I have been known to bring one home for Elder Daughter's little pet. When you enter the shop, there is a rather large and obvious Dinosaur looming to the side. It may not be noticible unless you enlarge the picture - but the middle front tooth on the lower jaw is missing. Instead of the white fang, there is a hole in the jaw. I hadn't noticed it really.
Until Elder Daughter mentioned the tooth and told me she was there when it happened.
Turns out, the dino-dentist is a member of our family and holds the dual position of being her youngest son. He was just touching the tooth, happened to pull on it and it went flying right out of the dino-mouth and landed at some remote location. The whereabouts is not known. The area was briefly scanned. The tooth wasn't spotted. She and the boys hustled out of the store. They periodically return to shop and each time, the gap in the jaw tempts youngest son to touch the space and quietly remind his mother that he was the one.....
Further Deponent Sayeth Not.