Today Miles has gotten his wisdom teeth removed. All four of them. His face was puffy, he had been out to sleep and had to get laughing gas to calm his nerves. So once he woke up, he was a bit woozy, and spurring out some random sentences. You and his parents were gonna take care of him throughout the week, “Baby! They took my teeth, get them back! Pleaseeeeeee.” Miles whined, his voice kinda muffled by the gauze in his mouth as you and his mom helped him in the backseat of the car and you got in with him while his parents were in the front seat.