Sweetums has two, stainless-steel crowns.
She's had them since she was three.
A few months ago, one of them came off.
High anxiety on both of our parts.
I must say that Sweetums was a real trooper...
Refused the happy gas...
Said no to the numbing...
The hand of God was really upon her.
Fast forward to last week...
The other crown has slipped and is popping.
Sweetums is starting to go howler monkey.
More high anxiety on both of our parts.
After exhausting my complete arsenal of things to say and do to keep her mind off of yet another dental appointment,
I finally told Sweetums she was going to have to put on her big girl panties and deal with it.
"I already did. And they're pink!"
An x-ray revealed that the crown itself isn't loose. It's the tooth! Sweetums has several baby teeth that have no adult teeth to take their place. Yuppers. This would be one of them.