It was just after bath time. Our usual witching hour. I swear, every time any one of us has been to the hospital in this house, it has been right about bath and bed time.
Cullen was all cleaned up and ready for bed, so he was playing tag with Scout while we bathed Harrison. As luck would have it, Scout and Cullen collided. Cullen walked into the bedroom crying, with a bloody mouth, and a tooth pointing back at his throat. We loaded up and headed to TCH...
Cullen was a great little patient, and his tooth is doing just fine these days. I'm pretty sure only a mom would recognize how swollen his upper lip is in this picture.