Yesterday, the kids and I went to Kim's for the day. Kim and I were inside, looking at the grocery store sale papers. The kids were outside, playing football, basketball, sword fighting, and playing Star Wars. It was a good and perfect day.
And then the tranquility was shattered.
Ellas came running in screaming "Gracie knocked Ty's teeth out! He's bleeding!"
My hope was a busted lip. I didn't panic cause we have blood fairly frequently at our home, between Ellas' clumsiness and Ty's nosebleeds. I dropped my sale paper and ran for the yard. And there was Ty, bleeding profusely from the mouth and holding part of a tooth. "Please let it be a baby tooth!" I prayed. Nope.
Gracie had smacked Ty in the mouth with a plastic pirate sword and broke his two bottom, permanent teeth in half, horizontally. Plus, she busted his lip pretty bad. I loaded Ty up and took off for Dr. Koplon's. Once there, Ty had to undergo root canals on both his broken teeth. He has temporary fillings in right now. But we go back Monday for something more permanent.
Gracie is deeply sorrowful and Ty is deeply sore. Pray for both of them. Poor kids.
2 comments:
Oh, Crissy, I am sooo sorry for both...I will pray for them...:>)
All of this so soon after posting about Gracie. I'm sure she is hurting for Ty. I will pray for both of them tonight.
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