That meant he had to have his teeth pulled. The two front baby teeth were not even wiggly. Boop fretted a little bit about having them pulled. The appointment was scheduled for the first thing on a Monday morning. We prayed about it and talked about being scared and that it is OK to be scared. Daddy took him to the dentist. And I had mentioned to daddy to go easy on him. ;)
According to daddy, when they called his name he got up and went right back. Not a moment of hesitation. Or ever looking back. Within a half hour he was done! He was a champ!!
He came home with gauze where his teeth use to be. Not a moments complaint. It took us a little bit to get use to him not having those teeth.
He is still as cute as ever . . .