Friday, May 11, 2007

Whatever your hand finds to do...Ecclesiastes 9:10

J had a loose tooth. Right before bed he decided that it needed to come out or he might swallow it during the night. This time, he thought he would do it himself. He ran and got his pliers.

Maybe with the lovely teeth genes we gave him he should consider a future in dentistry. He seemed to enjoy the whole ordeal a bit too much.

1 comment:

Rachael said...

Ouch. That is just barbaric.