Poor Baby

Alec took a spill today and his mouth was all bloody. At first I thought he'd knocked his teeth loose, but instead he had a big, purple welt inside his lip. He was crying really hard, but when I asked if he wanted to watch Curious George with a cup of ice chips he sobbed, "OK, OK" and calmed down. This week he had to go to the dentist, who has been keeping an eye on a bottom tooth that he must have bonked shortly after it came in (it's discolored). The dentist, who is super-nice by the way, calling Alec a good boy and singing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" while he brushes his teeth, said there's a good chance that tooth might fall out soon, because it's a little loose. Incidentally, paying out-of-pocket for Alec's dental needs isn't that bad--cheaper than insurance. And I learned that if you look appropriately shocked at the fact that $30 of a $62 visit is specifically attributed to the dentist brushing a baby's teeth for two minutes, they'll knock that part off.