Yeah, so Wednesday night Brooks fell face first in the ladies restroom at church and chipped both of his front upper teeth. He was crying and I was crying. I just couldn't believe it happened - especially on "my watch". Well, I got him calmed down, took him to class, taught the 2's class, then loaded the kids to take them home. I called Scott on the way home and told him about what happened, and there I went again - crying all the way home.
You know, all I could think about was:
- At least it's his baby teeth
- What are his kindergarten graduation pictures going to look like?
- They really aren't chipped that badly, but with little teeth, a little chip goes a long way
- I can't believe that it happened