Even if the doctor says so.
Koy had surgery again on Tuesday. The tooth that we have worked so hard to save was coming into his palate. So they cut and chained and stitched and sent him home for me to deal with. Tuesday night he had a friend over to watch movies. Wednesday, he played football with his cousins and Thursday when I left to run some errands, there was a little head popping up and down as I came around the corner. Trampoline of all things!
AND, they said to not eat anything harder than mashed potatoes for 5 days.
"I'm 13 years old for crying out loud. Just tell me not to breathe."
So, you see what I have been up against?