I have this goal to post every day in February. Really, it’s a lofty goal considering my situation.
Luckily, Gavin let me pull his tooth out today, so I have something to write about. The tooth had been loose for months and hanging on by a thread for weeks and finally he let me pull it. I barely gripped the thing and it popped right out. The permanent tooth is already visible.
Then he took a self-portrait.
For the record, pulling teeth exacerbates nausea. So does changing dirty diapers and parenting boys in general.
Time: Two Hours Ago
Ben stands up and pees. Sits down, proceeds to drink the bathwater.
Gavin gets in the tub, proceeds to drink the bathwater.
Me: “I wouldn’t do that. Ben peed in there.”
Gavin, grinning: “So did I!”
Future Bear Grylls times two?