Kryptonite

I haven't been much encouragement for Kieran in the past few minutes.
Thirty minutes or so to be exact.
He's been in the bathroom.
Working on pulling a tooth.
Molar, to be exact.
It's been dangling by a couple of threads for past week or so.
He calmly walked past me earlier with his hand over his mouth....and blood on his fingers & chin.
He's been in there working at it, while all the encouragement I can give him is some warm salt water to swish with, and a paper towel to wipe the blood with.
That and a "love you honey--you got this" while covering my eyes with my hand.
And thank goodness he did get it.  Out that is.
And he only tried to show it to me once.