The frantic call came few Mondays ago as I prepared for a circle time: “The Bee fell at school during gym and chipped her front tooth! Can you call her dentist, I don’t know the number.” Annoyed with her dad (why don’t dads EVER know the number to anything) I pushed that aside to ask if she were OK. He assured me but also hung up so that I could call the school and speak to someone for myself. After speaking with the assistant I was reassured especially after I was told The bee was back in gym class and heading back to class.
Frantic myself, I
Now that my pulse has stopped racing, and my head is no longer afire, I can look back and let out the deep breath that I was holding. I hate to admit it but I am a bit of a smilist. I like looking at her lovely teeth and knowing that
No worries, that Friday we saw our fabulous dentist who has repaired the tooth so that it looks like new. I was worried for nothing, she is looking like her old self and new sneakers have been purchased.
No worries, that Friday we saw our fabulous dentist who has repaired the tooth so that it looks like new. I was worried for nothing, she is looking like her old self and new sneakers have been purchased.
Whew!
Walking slowly,
-The Bee
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