He was only 3, and we were best pals. We would play together right before bedtime. One night we were wrestling, and he tickled my feet. I reacted with a kick not knowing his little face was inches away. The jolt of my heel knocked his four front baby teeth loose... a little too loose. He lost them that night. I hid under the bed, out of sight from my mom, while he cried and screamed. I could only imagine how much trouble I was going to be in.
Mom came in and examined the damage. It took 3 more years for his grown-up teeth to replace the gaping hole in his smile. Tonight we had dinner together, and we laughed and reminisced. And I feel guilty when I think about that night... but I'd never let him know that.
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