As long as I can remember I've always been more than willing to have all my teeth removed and have fake ones put in ... you know, the kind you don't have to brush or floss every stinkin' day of your life. Seriously, doesn't anyone else ever get tired of having to do that 2-3 times a day every day (sorry Rob)?
So the other day I was going on and on about that to Corinne, and unbeknownst to either of us, Tay was listening in our conversation. And Tay, you see, is a daddy's girl. She wanted to make me proud and do for herself what I couldn't do for myself as a high schooler. And so it was, that with a twinkle in her eye and a graceful announcement of the feat she was about to perform ("uuuuh"), she hopped onto her TayMobile, revved her engines, and sped off so quickly that even Lightning McQueen would be proud - I swore I saw smoke coming off those little plastic wheels. Well right as she hit top speed, wouldn't ya' know it, that girl rode right off the front stairs and into the sunset of the wild blue yonder. It was like slow motion. Face plant. Right into her steering wheel.
Unfortunately, she didn't quite succeed like she had hoped. She only broke 1 of her teeth instead of all of them. Tay, it was a valiant effort. Very valiant indeed. Your cousin Daniel would be very proud.
Dentist says we can either put a crown on it and hope the tooth doesn't die altogether, or we can just pull it now & be done with it. I guess if we pull it, she might learn to speak with a little whistle in her words. That could be cool, right? Some kids don't learn how to whistle until they're like 10. Oh, and plus ... pluuuus ... it's one less tooth to brush at night - at least until she's 7 or 8, right?
So what'd'ya think? Crown it? Or pull it?
... and here's a cute one of her the day after: