Once Bitten

Yesterday, I called to get Playette enrolled on our dental plan. I figured someone needed to look in her mouth and confirm that something was actually in there. Buried beneath her gums maybe, but there.

From what I recalled, as long as I got her added before the end of the month, she'd be able to go to an appointment in March.

I was wrong.

Apparently, the deadline was the 20th. So now the earliest I can get her to see a dentist is April 1st. Well, if I remember to fill out the enrollment form before March 20th, that is. I didn't fill it out right away because...hello, I have until the 20th!

Such is the life of a procrastinator.

Anyway, fast forward to five minutes ago. We're back from a great Aqua Therapy session and playing on the floor as a family, trying to decide what to have for dinner.

Playette obviously has her second wind and is all. over. the. place.

Climbing BD, stepping on him, screaming, laughing. Then she comes over to me. Grabs my finger. Puts it in her mouth.

Nothing new. She's been teething practically since she was born.

And then she bit me.

WHA?!

"I felt a tooth!"

BD: "Really?"

"Yes! It hurt!"

BD: "Hm. C'mere, let me look."

*insert screaming, writhing child here*

BD says he saw felt something. I didn't, though feeling it was good enough for me.

Top right. Over to the side.

My baby finally has a tooth.