Eldest had 4 teeth pulled this morning.
Adult ones.
His mouth is just too small. Or his teeth are too big. Whichever way you look at it, it's jammed up like the Springfield Mixing Bowl in a pre-covid rush hour.
So the teeth had to come out.
He's doing okay, although still numb right now, which makes everything that much harder and messier. So far we're staying ahead of the pain and swelling.
I have to stand on a chair to help him change his gauze, because he's just that much taller than me. (Or he can sit, obviously, but he says it's easier standing, so I'm trying to accommodate him.)
Youngest has piped up, loudly, "Gosh, I'm glad I didn't have to have that done."
Ah, siblings.
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