Dental Accident

Thursday night I was sitting on the couch reading. The Banana was finishing some school next to me. Dr. Peds was sitting across the room searching for things on his phone. Suddenly the Devious Snail came down the stairs and sheepishly entered the piano room. “Uhm, so I was playing my trumpet and it bumped against the desk and I chipped my front tooth. I have the chip.”

Sure enough, he clipped off about a fourth of his front tooth with the trumpet mouthpiece. Luckily there was no pain and no root damage. He just looks like a pirate-boxing-champion-trumpet player now. I made plans to call the dentist in the morning. Ever the man to fix things himself, Dr. Peds said, “There’s got to be a way to fix that without going to the dentist. I think they make do-it-yourself kits.” He looked it up on the phone and the three males in the house spent a bit of time watching U-tube videos of people with chipped teeth applying a do-it-yourself tooth cement. (For the record, the one of the reviews stated that if you want to eat solid food again, go to the dentist instead.) The Banana and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes.

In the end I informed them that we would still be going to the dentist. I think it is clearly the best option.

Who knew that playing the trumpet would be so dangerous?