You Can't Handle The Tooth!
Well said, Jack, sort of. Always loved you in that movie.
My blog for Thursday morning was GOING to be about our visit with Dr. Epileptologist #2 for the first time yesterday morning at the hospital. But then I got back after that hour and a half appointment (plus travel time) and realized I had a LOT to say about the experience. BUT, I also only had less than HALF my day left to try to get some actual work done, and there is stuff that needs to get done. Then I had some other chores to try and hit in the evening, with very little time left for bloggage.
But fear not, oh devoted reader of Blogzilly, I have been meaning to tell you about Carter's tooth. About a year ago, he smacked his left front tooth into something, I can't even remember what. Been loose ever since. Naturally, as he approaches the age of 5 his adults are starting to move around in there, and pressure is being placed on the baby teeth.
So a couple of days ago, Monday morning I believe, Jen is brushing Carter's teeth and POP...off flies the accursed tooth out of Carter's mouth and on to the floor. There was a little blood, but no real pain since it was ready to go and Carter was more fascinated than scared. Which was a shocker to me, since he does not handle any blood well at all. (Takes after the old man.)
Anyway, here he is, showing off his new gap.
Yes, we perpetuated The Lie and told him to put the thing on his nightstand (under the pillow is just GROSS) and in the morning there was a prize waiting there. Hell...might as well keep him young for as long as I can, especially since I seem to be aging 30 days for every actual day that passes. :)