One day, about two weeks ago, I noticed that my eight year old son’s tooth was crooked. It was one of his top, front teeth, and it was jutting out at a thirty-degree angle.
I did not remember it always being this way. It was rather obvious - hard to miss, really. How could I not have seen it until now?
It was late Thursday morning when the phone rang. Hmm, a call from school. Uh-oh.
"I have your son here in the office. He's complaining that he doesn't feel well and his head hurts him."
Oh, great.
Many people in the community had been sick in the past few weeks, but so far our family had managed to avoid the nasty virus. I saw our time had come.
