Miles and I were at Aspire, watching Kate do her gymnastics thing. We were supposed to meet Josh and my mom for dinner when she was done, so my mom met us at the gym. At precisely 5:00pm on a Friday no less, Miles took a nose dive into who knows what and ended up looking like this:
Well, it was way bloodier at first. When I tried to stop the bleeding, I lifted up that little flap and saw his adult tooth. As I said, it was 5:00 and neither our pediatrician nor dentist was open. I was concerned about the tooth thing, so after conferring with Astraea, we ended up at urgent care. The Cleanest Place On Earth.
Miles was unfazed and the doctor gave us some sage advice for our money.
"We can't stitch it up. I'll give you some antiseptic to swish in his mouth."
"He's two. He can't swish. Can I swab it on?"
"No. Just have him drink a lot of water and here's a prescription for an antibiotic if it gets puffy or yellow."
"So, there's nothing?"
"Follow up with your dentist."
"Really? Duh?"
After I bathed them in Purell, we went to dinner, but not before my mom got pulled over by a police officer. For having one of those covers on her license plate to get you out of the many camera tickets that both her and I are famous for. She said he was a cute little rookie with those neat sunglasses. He told her that he stopped her because only drug dealers use the plate covers anymore. She asked him if she fit the profile. In the end, he removed it for her. Little bugger.
Oh, and as an encore, Miles headbutted Josh yesterday at a restaurant and I spent 15 good minutes with a bloody towel and a wriggling boy trying to get it to stop. Appetizing.