Wednesday morning was an.....interesting one. My wonderful husband got up and was getting everything ready and organized for him to be able to attack the day. One of the tasks: getting the car seats and the actual seats out of the van. Ashley's seat - no problem. Danielle's seat - well, the booster seat was fine, but then I was greeted by a husband that looked like this:
In case you missed it, here's a close-up:
Oh, yeah! That's my hubby!!
....Um, at least he's smiling? He also managed to cut his lip a little bit. Apparently the story goes something like this: he was getting the seat out of the van and his face BARELY touched the top of the seat (where the headrest inserts) and he heard a TING! and then there was a tooth in his mouth. Sooooo....the backstory you should know is that in 7th grade a kid ran into Bob (Bobby, back then!) and knocked half of his front tooth out. The dentist glued it back on. Every time Bob goes to a new dentist, it's like he's a show-and-tell exhibit. "How did that happen? And they did what?" The real miracle has been that the original adhesive has held for almost 25 years! So we proceeded to get Bob to a dentist on Wednesday morning (with glass of milk containing the tooth-piece) and by about 11:00 he had his tooth repaired. My manly-man even told the dentist that he didn't need to give him any novocaine (however you spell it) because it didn't hurt at all. So he had the tooth cleaned and DRILLED without any painkillers! He said it wasn't comfortable, but it wasn't bad. WOW!!! So there, I am now done bragging. In my book, enduring a dentist's drill with out any painkillers tops everything else!
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