Peace Offering

This afternoon George's wiggly teeth got the best of Dave. He held him down and yanked (more like gently tugged) out 3 loose teeth. After the "procedure" Dave felt bad for making the poor little guy's gums bleed. So, naturally, to bury the hatchet, he shared his Gaterade with him.

I am not sure that George fully appreciated the gesture, but I guess it's the thought that counts. Tonight George is enjoying his last night of manhood....tomorrow he goes under the knife for the "big surgery." Poor thing, poor thing.