Shep used to have this perfect five-year-old smile.
Then one of his adult teeth started coming in. But the baby tooth didn’t come out.
The adult tooth pushed and pushed. The baby tooth stood its ground. The baby tooth is migrating left, and now stands at a 45 degree angle from the rest of his teeth. It’s wiggly, but still firmly in place.
I love this kid with all my heart, but it’s getting a bit tough to look at.
Tom and I move between plotting ways to speed its removal and coming up with a name for it, since it seems to be here to stay.
(Yes, someone had chocolate for dessert.)