If a HiDeouT member has a personal issue, please know that the office door is always open.
Case in point:
Setting: Evening meal ~ pastrami sandwiches, french fries, fruit of choice
Members present: Joel, Kris, Jack, Luke, Kate
Members completing said meal: Joel, Kris, Jack, Kate
Member with issue: Luke
Fifteen minutes after being told he must take at least one bite of his dinner, Luke (Hideout Factuary) entered the family room silently crying and profusely saying, "I'm sorry". When questioned what he felt sorry about, (my mind is thinking he must have done something to dinner and knew it was inedible, thus not partaking of the dinner in question I had devoured), he cried, "I broke my tooth." Clarity. His first loose tooth. Pretty darn loose, too, I might add.
"It hurts. I should have brushed more." Tears, anguish and worry changing his features.
We tell him everything is fine. It's supposed to do that. It only hurts a little. Your big tooth is pushing it out...
"Oh. O.K." Facts clear in his mind, he leaves.
5 minutes later, new tears. New worry. "It's bleeding!!!" We notice it is reaaallllllly loose.
We asked, "How long has it been wiggling?"
"Only 7 days exactly." He's been counting? Where have I been? Before Jack lost his first, he sucked it in and out repeatedly. Drove me nuts!
He leaves again.
39 seconds pass and the whole brood stampede downstairs screaming that it's out.
Luke says, "Once I knew it was supposed to come out, I pulled."
Looking back, I acknowledge that it has been 7 days he has refused to eat. Duh.