Cory's singing Christmas songs in the shower. I wonder why he's in such a good mood? (It couldn't have had anything to do with the way I said good morning!)
Cory broke his tooth tonight, on a piece of gristle in our spaghetti with meat sauce. About a third of it is gone, and he could feel a piece wiggling in there, so when he brushed another piece came out. Eww.
Perhaps this will be a good wake-up call for both of us, and we'll be a little better with regular dentist visits and flossing and the like.
(He's not in pain, by the way, which is a really good sign.)