Six and my head has a bump, mom.

Zeb was never much on the pain thing.  In other words, he has some amazing pain ignoring skillz/  really.  so, we (why do I always say we about this time in my life... who is WE?  it's I/me and Jessie, but I tried not to make her part of the worry we) found out that more than one tooth had decided to glom onto each other, forming a bonemass the size of five kumquats.  oh, yes I am an exact measurer.  anyway, long story short, Zeb had to have all of that taken out of his jaw.  Osteomylitis or perhaps Florid Cementoosseous Dysplasia.  try saying THAT five times fast with kumquats in your mouth.  He was a trooper. I should mention that at this point I am a single parent of two, with no working car.  so... take the little one to surgery in a cab.  felt weird is all. 

a little background

when my eldest son, Z, was very young, I was told he would have crazy teeth.  or lack thereof.  this is the story of those teeth and the craziness that ensued.... and perhaps, may be nearing an end.  I will try to stay on topic (don't count on it from the Empress of the Non Sequitor) and try to keep it linear for the good of you, my gentle reader...