Dominic took another step in the growing up process yesterday.
He has braces. They are only on his two front teeth to move them together, but it's still metal in his mouth.
He's been great about it, even though it's been hurting him. Since Daddy can sympathize much better than I, they've had some long phone conversations (Jon is working some long hours and then going down to work on our townhouses in Chattanooga.).
We had to celebrate with ice cream. It isn't every day that one gets braces.