My 2 front teeth

I was comfortably lying in my bed, reading a book and then came endless screaming, followed by crying by V. Got the daddy to check and his version of checking was "Why the crying?" (shouting from our room.)

About few mins later, the small one came into the room "jiejie cry, dropped her teeth" climbed up the bed and pretended to lie down. Now all mummies will know this is a sign of mischief. The daddy came up at the moment with a tooth. I took it and placed it into the ziplock bag that held her 2nd tooth (she ate her 1st). 

Walked down and saw a distressed child, obviously stoked by the amount of blood that is paired to a tooth. Checked and realized she lost TWO front teeth!! There was already a party of family hovering over her with a little meek girl looking on by the stairs, fearing she will get scolded. Daddy searched and found the 2nd tooth! The grandparents n god ma was appeasing  and digging out versions on what happen. In the midst of crying we believe it got to do with tripping on each other and V hit her teeth. Resulting with a pool of blood and a shocked child. 

I carried the big girl and looked around, realized the amount of attention she is getting over 2 front teeth. At that moment it felt like she was getting married-So typical of a eurasian family. Everyone has something nice to say to the battered and wounded child who hasn't stopped crying. 

1 night, 2 lost teeth and advanced into another level in my parenting. I need a tooth container. Anyone?