Tuesday, August 29, 2006
wiggling the pearly whites
I can handle witnessing throwing up. I can handle cuts and oozing blood. I can handle goose eggs and scrapes from the cement. There is one thing I can not handle. A loose tooth. And this morning I almost lost all my dinner from last night (which was very tasty..so I didn't want to lose it). This morning Sam started eating and he said that his teeth hurt. He said he hit his teeth on the metal part of his bunk bed last night. So I went to investigate. Sure enough. His bottom, middle two teeth were loose. Even thinking about it makes me squirm. And it's all he has talked about today. He's so excited that he has not one, but TWO loose teeth. He keeps wiggling them. Hope I can eat today b/c right now, nothing sounds good and my appetite is all gone. How can such tiny little things cause me to loose all contents of my stomach? I have not a clue. Maybe it's one of those 7 mysteries of the world. And then again, maybe I just have a weak stomach.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
7 comments:
ugh. I have a queasy stomach with that kind of stuff too. Great. More to look forward to!
Yeah, i can understand. I hated when I had tor remove my OWN when I was younger. It made me queasy then, I can't imagine once I have to help the kids out with theirs... yikes.
There's always something to look forward to isn't there? Next it'll be them in sports. or their first date.
Maki..there's no way I'm helping Sam pull his teeth out. He's on his own in that department. I see him fiddling with them and it just gives me the shivers! The only thing that I worry about is them coming out in his sleep and him choking on them.
Well, there's a good job for hubby, huh?
They're so tiny they'd never choke him. I don't think I've ever heard of that happening.
But still...yuck.
Me either...but you never know. I just hope they don't bleed all over the place when they come out. As you can see...I was not prepared to deal with loose teeth yet...
Can we have corn on the cob for dinner?
that's almost as bad as tying a string to a door knob and slamming it.
Post a Comment