When I arrived to pick Andrew and Matthew up from Vacation Bible School today, I got a not so pleasant surprise. Matthew came right over to me even though the closing session was not over yet. He was pale and when I asked him if he was sick, he teared up and said, "No, I broke my tooth."
Apparently, during music time, he and the other children decided to run and slide across the floor on their stomachs. On one such slide, his tooth hit the tile and shattered. He was so scared and embarrassed that he didn't tell anyone it had happened. That was the thing that bothered me the most. I just felt badly for him that he felt like he had to hold in his worry and pain instead of letting his teacher know so she could call me.
I had already scheduled appointments for all three boys to get their teeth cleaned next week, so I knew what dentist to call without having to ask around. Fortunately, they had an appointment this afternoon and the records from our previous dentist had already arrived.
Matthew put on the cool shades to block out the bright dental lights and the dentist went to work bonding the tooth. If you didn't know he had broken it, you would never be able to tell. Matthew was a trooper. He is so brave. The only tears he shed were when he told me it happened.
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