Accidents Happen

You all know Fudge. He has trouble keeping all four feet on the ground. The boy loves to jump and he can really jump high. Last week while campaigning to go outside to play, Fudge started jumping straight up in the air to get my attention. When he landed, he hit the edge of the table with his chin. At the time I said something stupid like, "How did that feel?" Then I forgot about it. Fudge went on spinning and dancing around and we all went out to play.

 Fast forward to Saturday evening. I was sitting on the couch watching television and talking with Rob. Fudge came over and put his head in my lap.  Something seemed wrong and I opened his mouth. The boy had four broken teeth on the bottom and two on the top.

His smile will never be the same. This afternoon we paid a visit to Dr B. After a short exam in which he poked at Fudge's broken teeth with a frightening looking dental pick, he announced that it isn't as bad as it looks. The damage is cosmetic and didn't get down to the  dentin. It shouldn't bother him and when he goes in for his spring dental cleaning, Dr B will smooth out the rough edges.

 Fudge thinks he did something wrong and has been very low key, so after his appointment with the doctor, we took him to Dairy Queen for a scoop of vanilla ice cream. That put a smile back on his face, even though it is a bit ragged.