Recently our 1st grader had a really bad fall. The fall was so bad she looked like an MMA fighter. In many ways I wish she were fighting because the story would be a lot more interesting. But alas this was your typical young child meets concrete experience where the score was concrete 100, child 0. I’m not certain what happened but as I turned to face her shrill scream I saw her face was scraped from top to bottom, permanent tooth chipped and pride destroyed. My heart sank when I saw her, I thought “anything else”. We’d already dump more than $1000 into her mouth from accidents with baby teeth and I thought the dental nightmare had ended with the arrival of her permanent teeth.
It was as though I didn’t react. I flew right into action. I grabbed the med kit from the car and raced back into her father’s house. (more…)