Suddenly K went ridged and hollered: 'MOMMY! MY TOOTH CAME OUT!!!'
And sure enough, there was my baby's tooth in her hand.
Side comment: In winter this outburst would have attracted many disapproving, constipated looks but as it happens, the Germans lighten up a LOT in spring and a few stern faces looked like they were trying hard not to smile as K ran around showing her beautiful bloody tooth stump to the other diners.
L, only 3 years old with a full head of teeth, was not to be outdone: 'MOMMY! I HAVE TO GO TO THE TOIIIIIIIIIILETTTTTTTTTTTT!!!'
K was congratulated, L was whisked off to the little girls' room with a swish of displaced air, the chicken was picked clean and we returned trimphantly home with dry britches, new shelving, the entire family fed for 10 euros and my baby girl growing up way to fast.