This happened clear back in May...I know, I'm way behind. So...one weekend when we picked up the kids, we were informed that they had their dentist appointments and Tyson had cavities that were so bad the dentist wouldn't even touch them. Apparently his mom had been letting him take chocolate milk to bed...genius. So he had to have oral surgery to fix the cavities. He was super brave and not scared at all. He wasn't quite so happy afterward though. He ended up with 8 crowns by age 4...it still baffles my mind. Anyway, now I tell him that he's a gangsta because he has a grill :)
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