Well, here I was thinking our FFA barn adventures were over, when I got a call from Kyle telling me he was on his way home from the barn so I could look at his tooth that he might have knocked loose.
Apparently, he was cleaning out his pens and the wheelbarrow flipped back up on him, and well, he got home and looked like this.
I called my friend who used to be a dental hygienist, and she assured me that even if the tooth was knocked out, it wouldn't matter if he went to the dentist immediately or the next morning, it would still be the same outcome...but to call the dentist. The dentist was already gone for the day, but the receptionist felt super sorry for him, and got him in for the first appointment the next morning.
Luckily, it was only a bruised gum!
After what feels like a million years in braces, the last thing I wanted for Kyle was more dental work!
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