Do bad things happen in threes?

J had his teeth out today--weird little things, they are. But, when he woke up from his nap, the first thing he said to Brien was that "my teef are gone.  I not hurt".  Awesome!!  Nine pulled altogether, two gold crowns.  My sweet boy.  His mouth is a mess, but he will heal, and feel better, too!!

 

Ok, now for the bad stuff.  I lost my medicine last night, fell on my butt in the Walgreen's parking lot picking up the replacement, broke a glass, and cracked one of my own teeth on a bone in the delicious soup Dylan made.  Damn.