S has (supposedly) had a loose tooth for several weeks now. It's showing no sign of getting looser, but I hadn't thought anything of it until yesterday when I asked him to wiggle it for me...and saw two permanent teeth growing in a couple of millimeters BEHIND his bottom front baby teeth.
This is not good. At minimum, it's already meant that the entire summer schedule had to be revamped so that he could get in to see the dentist next week. Worst case, he'll have to have the two baby teeth extracted. Which is a really crappy way to lose your first teeth.
Tonight, J and I are off to a wine and cheese tasting party at the home of a friend of his. It should be fun, but I don't think I'm up for staying very late. Luckily J isn't either.
Norah Jones is doing a concert here in the next couple of weeks. It's sold out, but J is actually looking to scalp tickets. This is HIGHLY out of character for him. For one thing, he doesn't do large concerts. Period. Hates them. If it's not a small coffeehouse kind of venue (or not much larger than that), forget it. Also, he doesn't like Norah Jones nearly as much as I do, and also ALSO, he never pays that kind of money for a concert.
I think he lurves me. I also think we probably won't end up going, because I just don't think I can let him pay scalpers' prices. But this is one of those cases where the thought really does count every bit as much as the gesture.