Yesterday we went to the Ray's house to eat fajitas, swim, and watch movies.  Tyler, Adam, and Eric were going to go down the (awesome) slide, and asked me to go down at the same time with them.  Sure.  I went down with Tyler behind me, Eric in front of me, and Adam in front of Eric.  Splash!   Naturally I held  Eric above my head for a moment before pushing him towards the nearest step, him being six and probably not the world's greatest swimmer.  I must have turned in the other direction to swim to the other step after watching Eric swim to the safety of the one I pushed him towards when I felt the right side of my face get hit hard by something.  The first thing I noticed was a little piece that was now in my mouth... a part of my tooth, the one in the very front, on the bottom row, on the right.  Oh no, oh no, oh no!!!!  I immediately climbed out, spitting the tiny piece into my hand and holding it with horror.  I will admit that tears immediately sprung to my eyes.  Not from the pain (though it felt like it was swelling and the right side of my nose is still sore when I touch it) , but from the shock of being hit and the worry that my smile was ruined.  It's almost as if I jinxed myself, because the night before I had been watching part of this one episode of I Survived with my cousin Kendall, and this one girl had chipped all of her front teeth when in a terrible fire (it is a horribly sad story, but I won't go into detail) and then an hour before I had noticed how our dog Bracken's teeth are completely warn down from chewing things and chattering them together (She was the mother of our  amazing Maverick, who sadly got hip displasia from his dad.  Her owner was going to retire her, but Mom said she would take her to try another litter with her.  We didn't know that she had strange behavior, which was because of living in a run her whole life. Anyway... we were at the vet to see if she was pregnant.  She would be due in a week, and we could just not tell.  She is not. ) The other people said they could not tell, but, knowing my own mouth, could see it.  It was not too bad, but I could see that it had been chipped worse on the back, and it was sensitive and kind of had to eat with and touch.  Luckily my dad and Brian Ray co-own a dentil practice, and I was able to get it fixed the next day.  They used the stuff that they use for fillings, so it looks like nothing happened.  They also smoothed out my other teeth, since the bumpy part of my tooth got knocked off, and it would only be like that eventually.  I can feel it when I put my tongue against it, which is weird.  "At least you don't live 30 years ago.  Then you'd have to have a gold or silver tooth!" my dad pointed out.  "At least I don't live even before then, when they couldn't do anything!"  I mostly felt bad for Rosie.  She is the Ray's newest foster daughter, the one who jumped off the diving board and accidentally hit me.  She seemed to feel really bad about it, so I explained to her in a positive, shrug-it-off type tone that it was not her fault and that and that I had not started crying from pain.  Anyway... I am just glad that it wasn't any worse!