The Football Strikes Again

I was originally going to entitle this "Number Three," but was told as I began to post that Luke's third tooth came out with the help of a little too friendly football. Apparently he got hit in the face (I didn't do it this time!!) at school and knocked his other front tooth pretty good -- blood and all. He had an appointment with the dentist this afternoon, who told him that it probably would come out during dinner. She missed it by a couple of hours. It waited until bedtime.


The scrape under his mouth and to the right of his chin was actually my fault. We were playing catch in the backyard and I threw a post pattern when he was actually running a curl route. He made a valiant effort to catch the ball, somehow managing to duck under the planter we have hanging from the fence. Unfortunately, that meant he hit the fence with his chin leading the way. He probably scraped along four or five pickets before hitting the ground. I felt like a heel, but was awful proud of the way he kept after the ball. (Truthfully, it was one of those sickening moments, watching him crash like that. I am praying we don't have too many of them.)