It sucks that we too often can't say "yes. Thank you".
Cam lost a crown a few days ago on a tooth not scheduled to eject for at least a couple of years. Once we got him calm, it's time to call the dentist, who agreed we should come in right away.
But this is about the aftermath, and being a T1Dad.
The procedure itself seemed mildly uncomfortable (easy for me to say, it wasn't me in the chair). The doctor offered us a Popsicle. "What kind" I said.
How about some Tylenol? "Do you have ibuprofen?"
And this time of year there are endless treats, cookies and candy canes. Our best response becomes "do you have the box?"
But he was a tough little guy. If you're gonna play hockey you need to be able to handle a little oral work. He got his Advil and an Otter Pop, then we headed to school.
Yes, thank you.
