Last night, The VP secured the Uber-Babysitter from up the road and took me out to dinner. Afterwards, we headed over to a bookstore. Thanks to the generosity of our co-workers, we had a gift certificate to use up, and we splurged on books and magazines. Magazines are a special treat. A guilty pleasure. I rarely buy them for myself; anything that costs over fifty cents should go on a shelf when you're done with it. It feels so wasteful to toss a magazine in the recycling. And no, I'm not about to start collecting Log Home Design like some people collect National Geographic.
So, with bellies full of food and piles of reading material, we return home. I can't wait to get the kids in bed and curl up with the article of how the Smith family's 7-bedroom, 4-bath, 3-fireplace log "shack" in the Rockies was a design challenge for the architects.
We open the front door, and The Senator comes running to meet us. "I chipped my tooth!"
He's smiling. Proud as can be.
Honey, let me see. He grins and shows us a front tooth that looks like a small rodent took a bite out of it. Big chip. The VP leans over, sees the damage and hollers, "Oh my God!"
The Senator's face fell. Lips start trembling. Tears are welling up in his eyes. Obviously not the reaction he was expecting. And then this child prodigy of mine says, "Well, it will grow back, right?"
I hang my head. The VP goes ballistic. "Why do you think they call them permanent teeth?! No, that's NOT going to grow back! How did this happen?!"
Apparently, Uber-Babysitter was dishing up ice cream in the kitchen and called for The Senator to come partake. He was running out of the bathroom (tile floor), and slipped and broke his fall with his face.
She said he was laughing when he got to the kitchen, and he ate the ice cream, so the chip must have cleared the nerve.
I'm so glad she didn't call us.
Added to our To-Do list today, now, is calling our dentist to see if he can grind down the sharp edges. Good thing I've got some new magazines to read in the waiting room.
Posted by Cathy at January 16, 2006 08:39 AMLOL! I'll grow back sure...if you throw enough money at the dentist he can make it "grow" back.
LOL, might be a good idea to start watering that money tree you have in your front yard.
Posted by: Kevin at January 16, 2006 12:46 PMI chipped my front tooth, permanently, at age 8. Sliding down a hill in front of my house, my friend Bird jumps on top of me on the sled, and we slide into a neighbor's driveway and hit a patch of bare tar. Sled tips forward, Bird pushes my face into said tar. Did NOT clear the nerve. No money tree, so that crooked smile hung around until just before I went jobhunting and put the cap on the MasterCard.
Ice cream does cure a world of ills.
Posted by: kb at January 16, 2006 11:02 PM