Last night was the night we were set to host dinner for Stephen's water polo team up in Santa Clara. When I got a text from him around 5:30, I thought it was going to be a question about the dinner. Turns out he was texting to let me know his front tooth had been knocked out at practice. No it's not the first time and no it probably won't be the last time. My initial reaction was frustration that he probably wasn't wearing his mouthguard. I finally got him to call me and he said he was wearing his mouthguard, but that his teammate had elbowed him just right. He said his reaction was to spit his mouthguard out when it happened. Which then caused his tooth to sink to the bottom of the pool. I asked him what his coach said. He said he told him to put some goggles on and find the tooth. Here's an old photo of Stephen without his tooth when he was still wearing a flipper retainer instead of the bridge.
He said the real bummer is that the dentist up there can't see him until Tuesday. So he gets to go the whole weekend looking like the photo above. I told him to get a flipper retainer made for these kind of emergencies but he hated the flipper so much that he says he'd rather deal with the toothless smile. My only concern is that his teeth will shift. But what am I to do at this point, he's a man now and has to make these decisions. Oh the joys.
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