Spent the day with my parents and we all went out for ice cream. DS was eating a blend in with Reese's Pieces. I kept bugging him for spoonsfuls, so he hands it off to me and I take a big bite, and I'm crunching and one piece won't crunch. So I spit it out and it is a molar. I look at DS horrified and go -- is this yours, it's not mine -- he looks like he is going to hurl. I'm just going back to start freaking out and what do ya know, it is mine. Blasted! I was going to call in sick this week while DH was out of town and get our porch cleaned up, so that is what I get for thinking about doing that! Now I have to take a tooth day.