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Cabin Fever
We've been stuck in the house for the past 3 days. Christopher has a virus and matching ear infections, which sounds awful but somehow isn't. He's been playing and asking to ride his bike, but I can't get his fever below 100 even with Motrin. (Update: woohoo! down to 99.2!)
In other news, I've been pondering the enigma that is my child. This is a boy who will ask for band-aids because he cannot stop himself from compulsively picking bug-bite scabs. That's right, he knows he'll pick it if he can so he asks for something to cover it up with. He has little scars all over his legs because of past pick sessions.
But then there's the loose tooth. Actually, "loose" doesn't even really cover how unanchored this tooth is. I can see 9/10 of the bottom edge of the tooth. It's really just sitting there in his face, held in only by the power of his mind. The adult tooth behind it has almost completely grown in already.
Because, while he appears to enjoy wiggling it with his tongue, he will NOT just pop the thing out already. It's driving me a little bit nutty (though this is probably due to my own OCD tendencies).
I tried to take several pictures of his mouth to show you, but the pictures really didn't capture the jaunty angle of the tooth or its gravity-defying stubbornness. Sorry.
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We had a tooth just like this. It drove my son to tears we'd nag him so bad to just pull it out.
Finally, one blessed day, it popped out first thing in the morning.