T had a sleepover, actually at stay-up-all-nighter, with two of his friends on Friday. At 6:30 on Saturday morning, just as I was getting ready to go to the gym, he came up to tell me that he'd been able to stay up all night.
T: I did it! I stayed up all night!
me: Hooray! I guess. What's wrong with your face?
The right side of his face was all swollen and weird looking. It pulled his mouth over. It detracted from his beauty for sure.
T: I don't know. It's just like this now.
me: Does your tooth hurt?
T: Yeah, it does.
MT: Uh-oh. ABCESS!! He's gonna need a root canal.
T, looking frightened: What's that?
me: Well, let's let the dentist decide.
I was able to get him into the dentist first thing this morning. His molars are coming up and pushing on the baby molars. That's what is causing the inflammation and pain. We're gonna pull those two baby molars and hopefully that will clear up the problem. No root canal needed this time! HOORAY! Still, it's not that much fun, is it?
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