10/14/2026
Wednesday With Wyatt🦙
Before the severely sprained ankle.
Before the concussion.
There was “The Magic Tooth.”
October’s fall leaves bring so many emotions and memories for our family. Namely, the official start of Oklahoma high school basketball. When we look back at pictures from this time of year, we see Wyatt smiling back at us with a mouth full of braces. A set of braces that were less about straightening teeth and more about holding in one: The Magic Tooth.
That freshman year of basketball, as Wyatt battled, and I truly mean battled, to make the varsity team, came with its aforementioned setbacks, starting just seven days into those first official practices.
As Wyatt went up for a rebound, a teammate who was coming down caught him right in the mouth with an elbow, sending his front tooth straight back and breaking it off below the gum line. MAGICALLY, though, the tooth remained (pic #1).
Our friend Mark, a dentist, named it the Magic Tooth after X-raying it, examining it, pulling the wayward incisor back into its natural position, and, again, seeing it somehow stay in his mouth. Mark was equally impressed by Wyatt’s toughness, as he never flinched while the tooth’s holding abilities were tested.
The final plan was to see how long we could keep this thing in place with a set of braces since it apparently wanted to stay, track its progress, and later decide on an implant. He was set up with a local orthodontist that Wyatt immediately bonded with over shoes and more shoes.
He wore a mouthpiece for basketball the next two years, well, at least when Christy and I were around. The tooth never gave him pain or problems. The tooth never moved. The tooth never discolored.
It was...The Magic Tooth.
So when you see Wyatt’s beautiful smile, with that mouth full of braces, now you know The Rest of The Story.
Love yourself and be brave - Ty