Okay, the big ol' crack was not actually a broken molar, though it sure looked like one. It was a filling coming loose. There was also some rot. The dentist gave him a new filling and he is more or less unscathed. Which means, since this is Kilian, that he has not learned anything from the experience, and will continue to consume sugar and try to set speed-records for brushing his teeth. I'd like to nag him into some semblance of proper dental hygiene, but I just don't have the attention span.
Today was also Gus's final swimming lesson. I came along, in my swimmies, to help out. I told him he was doing really really well, and I was terribly proud of him.
Sometimes mothers have to lie.
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