Lately, Rigby has been spending too much time like this:
He had a check-up, followed by another check-up by a pediatric specialist, then went back for a cavity filling, then was sent to an oral surgeon for an extraction. I am so, so sad about the extraction. The tooth is in the back, but his smile is so big and so handsome. Everyone comments on it. He did soooo well at each appointment. Rigby doesn't enjoy being out of his small comfort zone, but he puts mind over matter and gets through tough spots like a champion.
I generally think of myself as bright, but I didn't know that 4 year-olds should floss. I do now. We are now flossing-nazi parents.
Week 100 (last e-mail to Ben as a missionary)
3 months ago
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