Yesterday just before lunch Keith called me at my desk, which isn't normal. The school had just called him because Caleb fell at recess and broke a tooth and the piece was lost. The school wanted one of us to come check it out and see what we wanted to do.
So I gathered all my stuff and headed to the school. My mind was praying and spinning in what ifs the whole way to the school. There was so little detail in the phone call from Keith. I'm thinking baby tooth, adult tooth? With the braces on top or below without the braces? Will it be bloody? Please don't let it be bloody! Will he be crying? Lord, please let him be okay!
I walked into the school and of course it was busy during preschool pick up time, but I walked into the office and he was sitting there with his backpack and coat on just waiting, no big deal. I sat down by him and he showed me. We talked. His dentist was closed for the day; so I tried mine, they were closed for the week. He didn't say it hurt much. It was a chip off the corner of one of his adult teeth on the bottom. It wasn't too big. I thought well, I could take him home, but there's no real reason to. So we talked and he went back to class.
I called the dentist first thing this morning, and he goes in this afternoon. We'll see how it goes!