Cullen was knocked in the mouth by the teeter-totter at our local park about two years ago. Then, this winter he took a nasty spill on the ski hill and hit his mouth again. These two incidents, caused a bruising of his front baby tooth, which caused a chronic infection. In order to ensure that the permanent tooth did not suffer any damage, our dentist, Dr. Funk, recommended that he baby tooth be pulled. On the way to the appointment, Dirk and I had butterflies. We were hoping that the tooth pulling process would not be traumatic for our little guy. For Cullen, ignorance was bliss. He was excited to get the tooth yanked so that he could have bragging rights among his cousins and classmates. When we arrived at the dentist office, the assistant said that they would take Cullen back and let us know if we were needed. I was a little unsettled not to be by his side, but off he went. 25 minutes later Cullen came back minus a front tooth. The novocane and gas worked wonders and he didn't feel a thing. He looks great, but a year or two older. The reality is setting in that our baby is growing up and there's not much I can do to stop it. Sniff, sniff.
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