My son’s having some teeth extracted tomorrow as part of his orthodontics regimen.
“I’M NOT GOING!” he shouts. “MY TEETH ARE A FAMILY! THEY CAN’T BE SEPARATED! YOU CAN’T SEPARATE BROTHER TOOTH FROM BROTHER GUM!”
Oh, what an impassioned speech it was — the way he made the teeth come to life!
I’m going to almost cry tomorrow when they come out like fallen soldiers . . .