All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth

Saturday night I spent most of the night in the emergency room.
While I was on patrol, I got one of those strange parental feelings. I called my wife because I hadn't heard from her all day and I knew she was taking the kids with her to the radio station.
When I got her on the phone she sounded frantic. She told me she was going to the hospital because my daughter needed to be looked at.
Once again, my three year old stunt girl banged her face on a solid object. This time it was a doozy.
There are two types of phone calls I dread getting regarding this girl. The first one deals with any injury. The second has more to do with the one call you get from the county jail.
When I got to the emergency room I knew it was bad because they let me go right in without wanting to see my insurance card. They were in the "Trauma 2" room, which also gave me a pretty good idea about the situation.
When I came in I saw my daughter on a gurney with blood all over her face, my wife about to pass out, and my son with his eyes darting about wondering if he was going to be next in line for shots.
The doctor came in and did his assessment, then had a PA stitch her up with two stitches in her bottom lip. She didn't cry nearly as bad as I did when I got the bill.
On 3/2/09 she went to the dentist and had her two front teeth pulled. There was no use in letting them stay. My wife was upset at first, but I reminded her that most of the girls in East Texas are missing their front teeth anyway. The doctor put her two little pearly incisors in a little plastic container for posterity. I think I'll have them made into earrings and give them to her on her 18th birthday.
UPDATE: My daughter is totally milking the sympathy. She loves the attention and having chocolate shakes for dinner. She says she can't wait to lose more teeth so she can get more money from the Tooth Fairy.