Caleb was quietly eating a delicious “fluffernutter” sandwich, just minding his own business…when suddenly he began staring at his hands. He knew something wasn’t quite right, but couldn’t wrap his brain around just what it was.
He tentatively, and in a quavering, small voice asked “Mooooooom?”
His mother heard the anxiety in his voice and wondered what in the world could be the matter when Caleb said “I think I ate my tooth!” His mother let out a howl of laughter and Caleb joined in.
His witty mother replied “Well, at least now you are symmetrical! You look so much better!” Caleb laughed even harder at that truth. For a few days his remaining front tooth had sat bucked in his gums; smack in the middle of his mouth giving him a sort of “Texas Squirrel” look.
Caleb’s younger sister, Natalie, being the concerned mother hen, insisted that the tooth did NOT belong in his stomach.
“But how are we going to get it out?! Don’t we need to take him to the hospital?”, she lamented.
“No”, said their clever mother, “it will all come out in the end!”
Funny! Very clever and witty, Mom!