They say things happen in threes.
First Pippi.
Then Dash.
Now Scout.
As I walked into his class to volunteer, the entire class was yelling at me to look in Scout’s mouth. When I did, I could not believe my eyes. His front left tooth was completely gone, and it wasn’t even loose. And there was a split from where his tooth was up to the gum line where it meets the lip.
It was NASTY! And when I saw it, 30 minutes after it had happened, it was still bleeding. Apparently, the “boys chase the girls game” got a little intense when Audrey thought she was going to get tagged, and turned around and kicked.
It was an innocent mistake, but it was a little odd that nobody at the school notified me.
But even weirder when Audrey’s mom was volunteering at the same time, and only said, “I heard my daughter kicked your son. Kids….”
Talk about clueless!
My only possible guess of why this was so understated was because Scout thought he was a stud!
He didn’t cry, and was basically boasting about the tooth fairy coming that night.
Until I saw his mouth, I was even poo pooing it.
Later that night, I texted a picture to Joe. I wanted to make sure that it would just heel properly. When he saw the picture, he said he was on his way, because it was probably fine, but needed to be looked at.
Good thing too, because there was a fragment of bone still in there that needed to be extracted.
So with some Max Strength OraGel and a pair of tweezers, Joe took care of business.
Poor Scout actually asked for some pain medication afterwards.
The next morning, the poor guy still had a fat lip, but was still in good spirits.
And although I was devastated that Christmas pictures are around the corner, and that my little boy ’s aging got sped up by a dumb girl…he sure is still handsome!
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