Friday is the worst day to have a problem. So I was ecstatic when Rio chose today to inform me about the hole in his tooth.
"Mom...it hurts to brush the hole in my tooth." He complained from the bathroom.
I inspected, and sure enough, half of his top back right molar was missing.
To get an appointment last minute on a Friday, with the dentist, is next to impossible. It's like pulling teeth. I had to exaggerate, embellish, and plead with the receptionist. Fortunately, negotiations went well and she squeezed him in.
After the appointment was booked I pulled him out of school and drove him to the dentist.
"I don't know what I did with the baggy..." Rio casually mentioned from the backseat. "The dentist probably needs it," he added.
"What baggy?" I questioned.
"The one with my tooth in it," he explained.
"What tooth Rio?"
"The one that cracked at school," he said. "I heard a crack when I was eating, then I pulled part of my tooth out of my mouth."
"When did this happen?"
"Ummm...a couple weeks ago," he continued, as I shook my head in disbelief. "I put it in my sandwich baggy for you."
"Why didn't you tell me what happened?"
"You didn't ask."
Apparently, it's not enough to ask what happened at school today.
Now I know to be more specific.