Hole in My Head

Mom and I spent the morning at the dentist taking x-rays to determine the extent of the damage I did to my palate in last week's battle with the kazoo.  We got good news about the long term affects (there should be none) but the dentist was still unable to determine whether or not I'd keep my front teeth.  She said I had a 60% chance of keeping them and a 40% chance of losing them and asked me to come right back in 4 weeks.  Yeesh! Mom was hoping for a break from injuries but Cole and I said "No Deal!" and promptly put a small hole in my head just before we had to leave for basketball practice last night.

Obviously we didn't make it to bball.  The good news is that I didn't have to get stitches.  The bad news is that I have a hole in my head!  We re-promised to be more careful going forward and we BOTH apologized to Mom up and down.  Let's see if I can go just a little bit longer between blood shed this time around.