I wish I had a photo to go with this story, but you'll just have to use your imagination.
So, yesterday I picked up Miles from kindergarten at 2:30 and took him to the dentist. (Get it? Tooth-hurty?? Brian will be proud of me for that.) But really, his school got out at 2:30 and we went straight to get a couple of his cavities filled. Afterwards, the left side of his upper lip was numb, which made his smile crooked and unusually sweet. I told him this several times, and he'd smile even bigger. Then last night as he was on his way to bed he said, "I think I look like a busted rooster, mom." I didn't ask, but I'm pretty sure that was a cool thing to look like. Maybe he will be a little more willing to go to the dentist next time.
