I interrupt the posting of irresistibly cute pictures of the kids for this:

I like to call him Snag. My husband broke his tooth this week while eating pizza. Unfortunate but quite appropriate for him, I suppose. I’m surprised it wasn’t a Wendy’s spicy chicken sandwich. I digress.

So Unfortunate Tooth Incident #1 occurred when he slammed the heck out of his face with a tennis racket in high school. They had glued the original broken tooth back on and said it would probably last a year. He’s lucky the glue lasted until now, and we’re extra lucky the dentist was willing and able to reglue his original tooth back on this week, thus saving us a small fortune from the dental expenses that could have been.

This was quite a look for my lovely husband, but I think we are both grateful to have his full dentition back.